Circle Of Sky: a new poem

CIRCLE OF SKY

In the darkened hours
the unsettling thoughts still live
The restless
unsleeping mind
creates jigsaws of other lives
The lives not lived
The lives
not recognized as reality sped on
with your heart in its
painful grip
 
In the darkened hours
the heart echoes
Knowing the echo
is only returned
because there is a wall at the end of all this
 
Several days ago a bird
foolishly flew down our chimney
We tried and tried
but could not set it free
 
We had no choice
but to let it die there
while we adjourned
to another room
 
In the darkened hours
it is our wings
that beat hopelessly against the brick
It is our eyes that crave upward
to a small circle of sky
that was once our world

©2009 Dave Tutin / openD LLC