From up above,
I look down at you.
The poor look like the rich,
and the men like the women.
I see the shapes of the world,
oh how amazing it truly is.
The lights resemble constellations,
and the highways like streams full of salmon.
You are oh so small,
invisible to me tonight.
The dark sky meets the dark land,
like they were never apart.
The ocean is on my right,
the great terrain on my left.
Both holding possibility,
both frightening me.
Your smile,
makes me smile.
And your prayers are appreciated,
as they comfort me tonight.
You are my angel and as small as you are,
from up above,
I see the poor you can help,
the rich you can convince,
the men you can teach,
the women you can comfort.
I see the constellations of cities,
as you see the constellations of the sky traffic.
I see the streams,
you see the salmon.
From up above,
I see you,
holding onto potential to do great things.
YOU ARE READING
The World In My Words
PoésieThese are my stories, they are my words and my thoughts and my feelings. It takes time to turn tragedy into art. This is my corrupted world in words. This is a message from the breathless. Can you read between the lines?
