Portrait Summer Solstice
look at the sky, as it begins to cry. bringing forth the
birth of a child now forgotten.
you let you. while it still clenches on to what is left,
there's no reflection. dimmer the light it grows so
distant yet so close.
silhoutte of an angel, translucent upon that day.
i perceive that i am the sky- it could've been mine.
found place inside my life. quickly think it through,
that show a sign.
