Vast oceans and the endless expanse of nobodies
The faceless ones and unknown numbers of the world
Halls echo their lives, the laughter and the tears--sundry
Emotions and words dancing like lightning, about clouds hurled
So short-come and fleeting these bright flashes are
And the rest of us, the trees of the story
And the best of us, growing tall and green
And I, joyous, golden squirrel, bounding through the canopy and living life upon branches never bare
And when all of us in wistful ways hope that life won't be the end of this story
We know
My sky is never gray
Author notes
3rd from anthology
Tell it to me
Comments
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This is a really beautiful poem! It really is! I'm not sure how the title fits into it, though. Maybe you should add that into your author notes. :-) I still loved it though! The imagery was amazing! Really, really beautiful! Well done!
Luv ya oodles!
Courtney
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