Their Sky

my open stream, vast open silence touches

my cheek. 

Cast upon by sunshine silence,

only to hear that originally placed, chestnut bark,

by the most, crumbles. Great solitudes 

taken for granted, over twenty times twittered

sky-humans drift so easy, sing the meaning of life, they sing

one magnificent noise, so that it isn't noise, but love. Love

to my drums, that will not beat to their tune

as elsewhere. 

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

I feel like this when I'm online, but not in such poetic nuances.

[Lola Nation]

it reads a song that could be for the deaf...