My sky is my life
My life is the sky,
My mind is a valley, covered in fog,
Like an glass eye, staring vacant,
Like a treetop aching for the sun.
My soul is spread across the horizon
Like an undiscovered canticle
On a blackboard, hidden,
As if anything written across its virgin black
Might change the world before it disappears.
Are we but a blackboard with
Words wiped away?
The lost thought, the pretext, now the past,
Sent away to define their own east and west?
Our words, our lusts, our prayers,
Words where there are no words
Souls where there are no souls
Abandonment where there was once substance
But with a little imagination
Can we find ourselves un-erased?
A blackboard obscure and somber
The sun fades forever
Into the blackness,
Into the dust.
Phrases hidden in faint visions
Our once solemn vows are but
Remnants of a civilization.
Ideas that never flourished
Never gave a reward,
Never gave nourishment to an empty soul
Never a grain left behind, but an already eaten morsel,
Stale and quotidian
My life is a brazen question
Unasked and unanswered
Forgotten on the lips of a corpse.
