Below The Sky Poem by Monica O'Connor

June 19,2009

the last gleam of hope just fell below the sky
splattering into thousands of lacy droplets
which get mixed in with the pools of rain on the black concrete.
with hazy eyes, i barely see the millions of tiny pictures,
still frames in time, millions of your brilliant reflection.
no smile, no light in your eyes,
your last gleam of hope has fallen below the sky, and you've shattered.
you're spread so thin that your shine is gone.
the lighting changed and now theres a shadow walking in my direction.
it's silence is brimming with words, and words, and so many words.
but it doesn't cry; can you still cry?
cry, for at least then you'd still be human.