As still as the dark night and
Soft as the loud winds,
I gradually drifted.
Upon my cloud-chariot I cascaded the heavens,
And tip-toeing a revolution on the moon, I drifted some more.
Fragile nosed my lungs collapsed
And I rested assured on the sun's laps. Then when I saw Christ I drifted on more.
Slingshotted through my dreams I roast with fever.
A broken satellite adrift forever?
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Lights Out Kiskadee
PoetryTurn your thoughts into words and share them with the world... I've decided to channel such into poetry ... and trust me I don't regret it ...Plz like my poems n comment so I will know if you're enjoying them or not ?#Ray_Egbert
