Tonight's covering sky is no different to any other sky
'cept, this blackblue air keeps me from shooting, powering myself into outer heaven
that
warm endless marshmallow slumberville where humans without wings
flatter Angels with their charm
where immortals hobnob with flying spirits
and where tribes of fiery folk sip water from blessed palms
I would, if I could, surrender to this palace of knowledge
this home of the laughing dead
But I am here foot solid on earth
looking through dusty blinds up to the sky.
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Visions of warm duvets and bedrooms, dark sky light by stars and feeling of peace. Happiness.
That is the wonder of poetry.
It means different things to different people.
Thanks Terry
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