Blue Skies
diversion
to my pain
Silent voices scream
Echoes smother words
that cannot be heard
Hell’s rain
black with toxin
designed
to intimidate
the senses
Take a step back and think…..
If we could
be there
You holding
my hand
Like a toddler
with no
worry in the
world
As your strong
hand
grasps mine
If we could be there
Where green fields
conquer
a cold steel rail
A cool breeze
swallows
hot air
An Ocean
replaces
the fish bowl
Leaving our souls
to scatter
freely in a
never ending
Great Deep
Searching peacefully
For the Octopus’s garden
where
shelter from
the storm
becomes
a secret
hide away
from
fear
sadness
reality
Knowing you
still exist
somewhere
if not just
in my dreams
I wish my words
had came
out
the last time
we spoke
Maybe then
the spirit
could long
for the
question
to
If we could be there….