Poetic Hours Online Autumn 2008 |
Gabrielle Urciuoli |
Windowed Storm A once whispering wind now screams innumberable water pellets dart like bullets, a target my weak window the grey above is angry, dark, and unforgiving It shakes the world with tremendous grumbles and grunts throws down heat light to startle a salted eye like mine sitting near that fragile outlet, and the glass breaks... Young Oblivion Beaming childish eyes Captivate the luminous rays But obliviate the suns caress The backdrop and permanent trivial Was chalk Written about the sidewalk when the sky decides to cry But he was etched in stone Carved neatly simmering within her skull To have that chance to blush and grin Equates to living in the preceding moment Here, past is impossible Miles and time away Playground love fades to fairytale Fictional in mind, in sense But dieing to drown in your eyes A wish never to be fulfilled If miracles are true though And our paths cross like our childish gaze Will you remember? Always Be changing angles will keep rotating made of two hands, plastered to a ticking face But this, time cannot change And mist will be dew atop leaves that will brown But even mother nature cannot make this seize The grey above will tear cry, then again blue But weather is not to stop this So as the wind blows people and time move on yours I'll always be |
