Paper Sky

Far away dreams upon a paper sky.

Both young and old silently die.

Tears awash fill a dry rivers bed.

Souls are caught in hunger longing to be fed.

Silhouettes dance in secret before the pale moon.

Enemies thus born unto man, rise in full haste very soon.

Therefore depart the day and quicken the starry night.

Chase now the sleeping dreams upon the paper sky within sight.

J. Allen Wilson © 7/28/2010