eclipse Posted March 19, 2018 Share Posted March 19, 2018 Leaves are like foot steps as they land. Eyes from a stone monument see gates in the clouds, pigeons crowd the sky. Pearson's ghost and that of the rain share an umbrella, In a empty house candles hunger for flames, windows forage for faces and names of children long gone, green eyes of a girl fill the barren fire place, the clocks hands are handcuffed Children enter the park like light entering the eyes of a swan with the moon riding on it's back. Hands of pick pocket winds steal flames from the sun reflected in the eyes of birds. Seasons in the park have made me both key and keyhole. Branch tips strain for the braille manuscript in the clouds above. I watched leaves fall from trees, emerald tears fall from keys and heard the sound of children's footsteps. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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