the sky waits like a paper cut <br />like the night dreams unquiet tales <br />and the hope of the soul flies out through tiny windows <br /> <br />the stars light time and the dead stay sleeping <br />the long burning of life becomes a smoke-filled memory <br />and the quelled ashes turn back to stone <br /> <br />don't try to wake again where meteors breathe sunlight <br />the fields worship in flowers <br />and the mountains stand on bones<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sky-waits/
