27 December 2012
Standing on the edge The light coming out from behind me And the darkness before me The stars? The normal bright array of them Now forgotten behind the murky haze of the cloud filled sky The moon? Hidden somewhere behind the houses Hidden away from me behind them and the clouds
A usual spot I tend to stand Once a bringer of beauty The pale blue of the sky Entwined with the oranges and pinks of the setting sun With the stars twinkling and smiling down at me
But now? Nothing but a sky No beauty behind this winter sky Just the murky shadow of what once was
What Is, What Was • Opuss № I