The breeze that blows by day,
And the gale that shatters the night
Have departed to lands far and away,
Leaving the world all alight.
No more lightless dusks and dawns
To fill the day with gloom.
No more lazy drawls and yawns,
And faded petals unwilling to bloom.
No more blasts to mess my hair
And blow my coat away.
Free from the clutches of the wintry air,
At last I find my way.
I walk away from nature's cages;
Away from the sodden coats,
Too lost to miss the forgotten ages;
The ages of the paper boats.
YOU ARE READING
Just ... A Bottle of Ink
PoetryThe words of the unwritten story Lay scattered across blank pages, Waiting to be picked up and chosen And pen the unwritten ages. But the pen pauses above the void, Hovering undecided in the air, Failing to choose of the swirling words And paint the...
