The Sky Waits Poem by Patti Masterman
The Sky Waits
the sky waits like a paper cut
like the night dreams unquiet tales
and the hope of the soul flies out through tiny windows
the stars light time and the dead stay sleeping
the long burning of life becomes a smoke-filled memory
and the quelled ashes turn back to stone
don't try to wake again where meteors breathe sunlight
the fields worship in flowers
and the mountains stand on bones
this one makes me just wanna bite into it the way your words are woven
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4/26/2024 11:56:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
really are some brilliant lines in this