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October Skies



October Skies





Silent skies of orange and gray, are floating high above the earth.
Whispered winds of northern voice, settle deep within my soul.
The leaves are turning red to brown.
They're breaking from their stems into a falling death.
Autumn rains of dampened sorrows,
Fall upon my life in murmurs.


They're telling me these skies have changed.
Your feelings now are different.
The setting sun is cold and distant.
The earth below me sinks into a steady slumber.


We were close, you and I.
Just as the earth and sky.
Right from the start we had a bond.
Seeing you brought me joy in mind.


It changed along October skies.
Shadowed silence crept inside.
Feelings broke in hardened tones.
Golden clouds grayed out in storms.


Your difference showed me our distance we hide.
The sky and ground are not as one.
Now we seem so far apart.
The angered message voiced the saddened.


May your thoughts in power no longer control you.
May ye lash no further with vain in thy heart.
You've gone so far, and not turned back.
Our words we've made have gotten lost.


Silent skies floating high above my cries in gray and black.
The rains are iced and the light has gone from my frozen eyes.
Moonlit rays of harrowing heartache.
Taciturn sounds; my life in blurring motion.


Don't forget me from afar.
Gaze the stars and feel our bond.
I will remember you deep inside,
During those silent October skies...




- Domino ~ Scott S.

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  • AngelBellerose gold member
    November 11

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    sad for the memory fades when life is to far apart Love the way you penned this awesome and thank you for sharing well said hugs Angel♥


  • CraneWyndham
    November 11

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    Very sad

    It's a very sad poem. I know exactly the iced rains you write of.
    This poem reminds me of atonality found in 20th century modernist music, like Xenakis; because of the way lines almost rhyme. It's a very peculiar pattern and it kept me alert as I read through your poetic, lonesome story.