The Sky Cries
The sky cries, and the sky doth rejoice-
To my self-blame, I had to say goodbye-
For my life's sake, I had not a choice-
My sky saw its 'twilight', I was not prime!
The former is not a place for me,
Alas, in this realm, I was emplaced;
Lovely is the sky now before me-
All the torment it hath erased!
Lurk no longer, skies of greyish doom-
I refuse to dwell any longer where you loom;
Blue skies, ablaze in rays of gold-
Allow release, the 'warmth' I now hold;
I have seen days, both glorious and dreary-
I want for this glory, yet I am so very weary!
Maurice Harris,1 March 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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