Skies

The weather promises a bright future.

sunrise

fiery flames of color herald change and a new day.

mourn

tears sinking into aging skin.

baby bird

your adventure is someone’s loss.

dreamers

watch the dreamers take the stage.

nothing’s wrong

fire bobbing in the lantern of life. painted skies.burnt-out lives. blood splatters on streets.broken voices. rivering eyes. pain everywhere. mouths taped shut.cold skin – no heartbeat. don’t cry. nothing’s wrong.

gray skies

soft and light, the clouds kiss the sun’s cheeks.

skies of fortune

after the storm cameeyes cleared to reality:blue skies of fortune

cloudy skies

dark clouds gather above,threatening rumbles fill the silenceto the pitter-patter of the rainon the cracked pavementpooling next to my rain bootsas I stand in the middlewith my hands thrown in the air,head tilted back hungrily,watching the sky cry on me.