Friday, January 30, 2015

The Open Dirt Roads Her Family

It feels like i'm floating on thin air,
Wonder if i'm really here.
Shattered glass
makes stars that line the sky,
in every way,
and I don't even question why.

I'm a floater.
Floating on by.
I'm a drifter,
and I don't know why.
But I'm staring up
at this black glass sky,
that will welcome me at times

Telling me it never really changes,
night is always night.
Cold yet warm,
and I don't know why.
Why I stare at this sky,
and call it a beauty.
Call it a saint.
Call it a home,
every now and then.

Poetry by De'Anna.

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