Sky Speaks

 

Lampshade of honey

Dripping from regret

Time is money

If you play the clock’s croquet

 

 

Sunset of purple plum

Waiting in anticipation

Ticking ways succumb

Impending night causation

 

 

Sky filled with life

You mock me with your eternal

Shall your clouds be our knife

When all that’s left is internal

 

Color explosion

Popping full of pollution

Waters molded erosion

Forces a desperate solution

 

 

The color pink

Was love’s heart open

Now faded the sky’s ice rink

Your colors are slowly frozen

 

 

When time catches up to the now

The present will hide in a sweater of moths

Fluttering for life, when the inedible is smiling

 

A hole in the center 

Cannot be healed by even more cover

 

As the sun sets, a watercolor

Bring it back to earth, the life scholar. 

@ Camile McGregor