Day Dream's Metamorphosis
Watching the day sulk into the arms of night,
I turn lonely palms over, letting them sit
on bent knee.
Crushing calm surrenders to
music's indifference;
soaking in quiet roar.
Another day is burnt,
black sky wonders
with me.
We pry together;
wash the murk
of suggestion,
cleanse the
bitter taste of
what could have
been;
Alive in the sound
of day dream's
metamorphosis.
Gentle beams of
our ancestor's gaze
light the way.
I can feel the world
turn it's back.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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