I came to miss your mischief
Like it wasn’t morning anymore,
Like daytime settled lazy
Among pillows of cloud.
There is no pillar shrouding the sky for me
To predict the walk of my wakings
Wind would hush the dreams in my eyes,
Down the sheets of collecting lids,
The wilderness would wish for rain like today.
Tapping everything in me awake,
Till my colours come back.
Till thunder returns to my chest,
Until memory learns how to sing again,
I will wait.
© 2010 Arielle John.
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