Time goes and I
stand alone in
the mess of
distrust and
empty promises.

The flight lingers
as the jet lags
behind the broken
steps leading
to the clouds.

The sunlight beats
down as faces
stare in empty
contemplation
as they search
the earth for a grave.

Sometimes we stare
into sky in hope
that life can
live without the
endless tombstones?

Slowly we close our
eyes and we sleep
for a moment
so that we can
hope as the air thins
we will awaken in
one piece.

Only to find that
we are satisfied.
So I cling to songs
and chants of decades
gone, and worthy to live
three of them.

I grin and follow
the flocks with lands
to disappear and come
again.

06/03/2009

Posted on 06/03/2009
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