The Sky
The sky opened like brown paper packaging All the people shouted- no sound was released Planets fell against stars, against suns and comets Amazing, we were dazed turning and collapsing Hair floated up, we were sad and smiling and different Eyes gazed out against the connecting moments We were losing, claiming seconds abstract, a theory It was grave, their were stones, concern was in our hearts Jewels were in our metals, thoughts were in our woe Piano notes came against the last day's light The real words were parted from the silence with bruised shadow Precious lips were open, there were no cameras to capture the sparrow The river was free, full of papers and jackets of war May was followed by floods, famine and alcoholism Piano's stood, alone, baring their mouths open and ready to devour Caution was buried with the granite, bullet shell and whispers No one nudged against the Hallelujah, nor saw the tears of the handsome lad A love letter was sent to heaven...