::05:01:08::

::: Where’s The Blanket? :::

Weather morphes from grey to mist
yet backdrop glares through all
gazing up there’s future light
across nothing but the same
somewhere in between there’s hope
but where to start and how
shifting bodies ache and brace
now that mist has turned to rain
my liquid friend left me
to suffer lucid suffer clear
last nights blur was warm
but tonight no such joy
glance up again before darkness sets
and keep the sky’s image
to get me through til dawn

Written by: ~ Joe Solomon