When the sky drips with sun

The torturous moment has come

when the sky drips with sun

and grass is sweet and mud is dry

the morning gloom is out of owls eyes

tragic angel songs of the swallows is calling me

in your distinct honor.

 

Today I fell from your love

away from what my childish soul craved

past the infinite excitement of church bells

along the road of less than perfect fantasies

leaving behind all those blessing that escaped me

because you gave them to someone else

 

But I cry not for your hand that has left my arm

and I do not mourn the loss of you in my bed

the moments I miss are those when the earth moved

and the butterflies called out our love for the sky to hear

the seconds when you and I were the most intriguing and bright

That God almighty banned us from ever having again.

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

this is beautiful writing. one line really stood out to me......"and the butterflies called out our love for the sky to hear". writing doesn't get much better than that.