blue
i walked the road under clear skies
my view was brightly lit
the birds were always singing
people worked and talked and sang and danced.
then came a place of grey skies
and no clear light
with no birds singing
and the people were not my people.
storms came and washed me clean
and walking, the winds blew wild
i was made empty
before the sun and moon and stars returned.
i was broken on life's road
and brought safely home again. |
