©2008-2009, Ky Perkins
"A Painted Sky"
Tendrils of a painted sky disarm me,
Reminding me of pleasant yesterdays;
My thoughts run wild racing memories,
And bitter sorrow for a moment fades.
Keep me trapped in memory and dream,
For bound in fantasies I would remain;
Let me on the crutch of these two lean,
Let me bask in sun drenched sky this day.
In shallow coffins are our memories thus saved;
Funny, how ironically we lie –
For life still blooms, like flowers on our graves,
Surrounded by cold stone that never dies.
Like a candle will our dreaming stir,
Cool and warm and flickering with light;
On the edge, like reason, does it blur,
Casting shadows in a haunted night.