I remember <br />Fading lines of now blurred ink <br />And metal, fascinating metal <br />That I confess to have over thought <br />Everything <br />From comfort to bruised skin <br />Music, moonlight… and then <br />Night’s bursting heart giving way <br />To the practical considerations of day <br /> <br />Observing now <br />Fear is as absent as you today <br />And pain, the unbearable ache <br />Suddenly so beautifully appropriate <br />All of it <br />From living room to bedroom door <br />Tearsdrops, smiles… much more <br />Yesterday has paused for now <br />So the future may exist somehow <br /> <br />Knowingly then <br />A passion’s birthed by emptiness <br />And screams, undeniably real <br />Are shredding time and changing place <br />Entirely <br />From tender heart to abandoned soul <br />Alone, newborn… yet full <br />A star has fallen from the sky <br />A sign this wanderer is guided by <br /> <br />**** <br /> <br />Reach out to trace the lines <br />Wipe the tears and read the sign <br />Open wide and let it out <br />Take it in, forgetting doubt <br />Stepping forward in the dark <br />Break for day, oh! bleeding heart <br />For looking back is not allowed <br />If one is to ride upon the clouds<br /><br />Christine Austin Cole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cloudy/
