David Lacey

Rookie - 287 Points (2/3/87 / Middlesbrough)

Bloodshot Skies - Poem by David Lacey

To fly on the wings of a dragon trailing destruction in her wake,
This is all we know a nightmare set so far in stone it’s impossible to shake
In foundation, as consolidations are offered upon the sight of tragedy,
Offered the witness describes in colour the plight of imaginations pallet running dry.

Too many tears I’ve cried for the girl of skin tight denim wears
For the girl destined never to shed a tear for a love she could never
Comprehend. Understand me when I say, I never wanted it to be this way
Striding forth into the foam, roaming, searching for a place to call my own,
This is all I ask.

To swim the deepest blue in an attempt to drown my love of you
This is how I start the day, defences laid bare in every way.
As rose petals fall to autumns calling, embracing the ground as they land from flight,
Mother earth in her yawning, awaiting the dawn
As consolidations are offered upon the sight of tragedy
Offered free tears the witness describes in colour the plight of imaginations
Pallet running dry.

To awake early morning by bloodshot eyes, I’m running free from bloodshot skies,
Running, rubbing the red dirt deeper, weeping in motion.
Flooding the floor by the fears of the ocean as liquid emotion heeds Luna’s calling
Turning upon the tides a drift, shifting upon the ripples
Hear the Goddess calling you, felling hearts of pity, awaiting a return to the city from
The green. Weeping Willows herald the return of winters yearning, dying to be taught, Tied up to be caught in the fall.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 19, 2006



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