I lost heaven’s glance.
You stole merry’s smile.
I was simple and kind,
Feathers for heart,
Mother and father, single arts bind,
Spirit and thunder, changing laws ‘vide –
Now a wondering child disordered,
Seeking answers from yonder.
People with lies, heaven with shrouds –
The city is the truth, crowded with minds,
The disillusioned and the lights;
Thus I listen;
Indeed I might – Continue reading “Dusty Sky”