The Cotton Balls - Poem by Kyle Harbinger
i see glorious mountains,
something like heaven
with the clouds like
soaked with rainbow juice
some of them reveal the open sky
some of them sing and some of them die.
some show my dreams in moving color
as the wind gently brushes the memories away
and out to the deepest of sea.
its there, where the wind meets the shore
and nature is an atom
among It all
im left alone in open space
a lifetime away from the eternal plane-
a lifetime away from talking to mountains
a lifetime away from streams in my veins.
until I drift out of time and away
from the earth
from perception and mind
from the actual, gazes at the sky
It is not until im looked in the eye
do you see those crows?
(they want to cry)
do you see me?
(I'm ready to die.)
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