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Cranberry Nova
Posted by The Persistant Observer
on
10:07 PM
The day fades, All is still
No flight calls, still I lay awake
The ice breaks, the leaves rustle
Within me cries a pulsing absence
The flocks migrate from here
Their stay is not long
To my heart it is known
This is not my home
A goal is ideal
The blacktop loses purpose
It's used for pity rubbish
I throw mine away
For now anew rises a new place
like none other seen
A color, A line, A reflection
Light to all that is Dark
It is seen now, the end
Answers are known like air in my breath
The day knows my name
Now the night fades just so
No flight calls, still I lay awake
The ice breaks, the leaves rustle
Within me cries a pulsing absence
The flocks migrate from here
Their stay is not long
To my heart it is known
This is not my home
A goal is ideal
The blacktop loses purpose
It's used for pity rubbish
I throw mine away
For now anew rises a new place
like none other seen
A color, A line, A reflection
Light to all that is Dark
It is seen now, the end
Answers are known like air in my breath
The day knows my name
Now the night fades just so
