Plane Feelings

Dark clouds like baby ghosts
Peek their heads above
The sky’s horizon in the distance.

Rich with colour,
Deep orange, green and blue,
Something in me aches and collapses.

Shiver in the cold,
Electric feelings of old,
I never saw how we could be forgotten.

In the open spaces,
The beauty now erases,
All of memory’s traces, many rotten.

The final glow, the burst,
Makes me hunger, makes me thirst,
Longing for some feeling of some pain.

The puffy cotton balls,
And all of us in free fall,
From the heavens descend hot and heavy rain.

Velvet dusk upon us,
Another day is done,
Today I own no sorrow and no shame.

28th November 2016

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