Sunday, 17 February 2013

Day Seventeen - #WoPoWriMo - Listen


You and I,
we listen,
some days, on others
when rainbows
seem all
the same, we hide,
where our colours can blend;

we stitch the clouds
as nature
intends, all black,
and grey as the morning
light bends,
through the
shadows, and the rain
comes to pass.

Then you and I lie still
and ask
all manner of impossible things,
like diamond futures and fairy
rings, we do not yet
have rights to own. But we call
them dreams,
and sleep them off,
to tomorrow-year, and know,

all to the ticking of the clock –
we have found
a place we call home.

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