Paper Sky

Translucent, yet opaque is this dream which clings to my paper sky.
Scatterings of thoughts limp cripple to the safe places within my mind.
I listened to the morning / mourning and I shut my eyes to the night.
She cried, yet no one heard; she took her wings but was afraid to fly.

So sighing now are the abominations which shred my paper sky.
Shards of recollections flutter in the windstorms of another time.
I reach out to kiss the sun / son; yet I had strayed too far from Him.
Silence amidst screams; darkness amidst light; catatonic lapses fade in black and white.


J. Allen Wilson © 2/2008