Friday, October 30, 2009

blocks of ice falling in the rain,
I give it all to paint the rainbows my way.
the scent of the morning blues, all cluttering shades of hue;
eyes shut no more to the sun, the dew too bright not to be loved.

the rhyme dances around the reasons and the excuses,
reading through blank stories all day long,
the sky remains clouded no more.