I felt the hairs on the back of your neck, <br />Prickling in the wind, <br />Resplendant in todays air, <br />Struggling with future wars, <br />Peeling art into wallpapers weakness, <br />Disecting the pattern to the door. <br /> <br />In the nights institution, <br />With fluorescent midnight gardens, <br />We'll return for you dearest, <br />When the horizons clearest. <br /> <br />Fluorescent torrents an occupying treat, <br />My daisys I beleive has a sweetness, <br />Is this a seminary, What can I see? <br />Am I departed? Am I really me? <br /> <br />Registering coastlines, <br />Sabotaging breadlines, <br />I was told of your goosebumps, <br />I've seen the courage take hold, <br />And it made me sad, <br />You taught me of blue skies, I saw them in your eyes.<br /><br />Craig Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-skies-10/
