Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Cloud Lit Sky

Clouds streaming cross the vision
Sky sways from hammock bed
Where the bats fly never to see
House edges block sighted sounds
Fire glow where Sun streams true
Fire edged the cloud banks umber orange
Where do water wisps go,
When the vapor trail dies.
Over the edge of reason my mind plays
Checked the images on old
Where have you gone summer moon
Thoughts struck hammer tink low
When and Where do we go,
When the summer clouds die.

Thoughts on a summer night August 19 2008.
Charles E. Owens Jr.


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