My message ?
Light atop, dark below,Floating like ghosts,
Breaking and changing,
Clear form, now ragged, still drifting.
Faster today, leaves rustle more vibrant,
Odd sparkle of sun,
Warmth on the skin, warmth within,
Whitewash dazzling.
Drifting, west to east,
Drifting, no purpose or plan,
Drifting, coast to coast,
Drifting, day to day.
A break in the Cumulus,
Cirrus up high,
Like a message foretelling the future,
"Future, where lies my message ?"
Poetry by Steve Murphy
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Written on 2009-05-20 at 10:59
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