Saturday, 18 November 2017

Post-Apocalyptic, Dystopian, Blah

fear no harm

I glimpsed the other side of the universe

saw you encased in gold

I can tell how great you'll be

sipping your tea 

beneath a blanket of stars

and surrounded by wolves of the royal pack


the newspaper lifts in the breeze

dampened in the rain

changing like a wing

I wish I was the sky