The Sky Spoke
Purple red plum sky tore open the morning as I looked
eastward rubbing my bloodshot eyes
It is times like these, I thought, in the past that
would have invoked tortured cries
The unique feeling of being
alone at this hour
Gave credence to my soul, drawing
on some kind of power
I watched as the clouds softly
dappled my view
Wiping tears from my eyes,
I somehow knew
That feeling and caring and matters
of the heart pushed aside
The only thing that is really important
now is what is left inside
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