Armada

I looked up at
the many white clouds,
a flotilla across the pale blue sky
buoyed by a blush of rosy pink background;
as the strong sun dipped on the horizon for night;
darkness, so brutally swift,snuffs all lights,
as if punishing life for its daytime antics.
innocent birds chirp no more, lighting on trees or in hedgerows,
for fear of drowning in the abyss
of seeming nothingness

another world arrives and blackness abounds,
but one notices there is still hope in the sky;
there are myriads of stars and a bright moon
to remind us that day will come again soon;
and it comes again early
marked by the song of the cardinal when barely a glimmer
of the sun peeps its head from the bedtime pillows
of those same cloud-boats that still were afloat in that
same pale blue sky.

06/12/2010

Posted on 06/12/2010
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