memories of a distant sky

a morning sky so blue
van gogh would bleed the hue
and bare but for that light
which takes the soul of night

life rising to these hours
amidst these metro towers
may first have missed the sight
of smoking gray and white

a thick and billowed spout
from stories up poured out
or so it seemed to me
at distant memory

a fear, it gripped at first
that known, that we dread worst
and stopped upon my heart
what healing time could start

compelled, i closer drew
till what came into view
was merely nature’s shroud
a bloated, shaded cloud

a storm, but not yet here
positioned to appear
as if some fireball
igniting heaven’s fall

a vision, dark and lost
of innocence, its cost
and knowledge gained in years
where fell too many tears


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