Tuesday, 22 May 2018

Missing Presumed Lost

Missing Presumed Lost


When the weather brings on cloudy
And the skies scream black and blue
All the birds have taken to the trees
I’ll write my letters home to you

When the storm winds rap my window
I’ll put some driftwood on my fire
Watching movies in those ember screens
Devouring thorn tips on the brier

I'll keep writing ‘til the fading light
Has drained the colours from the day
Then sleep the downpour into dreams
Until the sun brings more to say

I wrote this in July 2017 on my blog Arhythmytic Poem Link
Sometimes people are far away or need to escape to reflect on things. It's not like running away as one does not intend to cut oneself off.