To Breathe Anew Beneath The Blanket Blue Poem by David Lacey

To fly on the wings of a dragon trailing destruction in her wake,
To breathe anew beneath the blanket blue knowing we’re well and truly baked.
Caked in mud, sick of thinking, Caked in dirt so thick I’m sinking,
As bloodshot eyes keep blinking, taking in the slideshow of Aurora’s entrance.
To dance the night a flame, it’s all we ask that one day we shall feel the same,
The same way we felt before we saw the pavement melt as wings sung sweet melodies to felt fabric skies torn, worn out in exhaustion.

Perversion breeds upon the instinct of man, I know this now as out of the frying pan into the fire I’ve flown, So hard it is to reveal I’ve always known never to admit the way I feel. As I peel away all that’s un shown glimmers within the pit, awaiting the pendulum man to swing on fast in fits of frenzied laughter, awaiting till afterwards to reveal all you’ve kept concealed beyond the shades of the moon,
Hoping salvation shall rule the fools, shall guide them when monsoon fears come rolling, dragging down the mud slide, leaving no place to hide as trees up rooted upon the ride are left with no option but to await the tides in their flow.