Friday, April 18, 2014

Through The Colored Skies

Through the skies that I glide,
And to the left of my lay,
Was the bird’s wing, and a colorful gaze.
The oceans of sky were Curtained by clouds,
To the right were a passenger thinking aloud.

I sat in my seat with no thought come to mind,
As comfort and solace flooded my eyes.
I looked to the colored skies of blue white and beige,
With past visions and specters away far away.

Unknown to me, I arrived at a dream,
Were glorious visions and fantastical scenes.
While I wallowed in the heaven’s, there happy and free,
Then suddenly wakened to the sound of reality.
The colorful skies had all faded to black,
With the trials of life came tumbling back.

As the large metal rod lacerates the night skies,
Readying for the journeys imminent demise.
I sit in my seat listening to the turbulence roar,
Now comfort and solace are with me no more.
Alan Browne
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
Anita Sharma 15 September 2015
very well summed up.loved it
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