Where will the flowers turn
when the sun is clouded?
No thunderstorm in sight-
the world is surrounded.
Where will true lovers go
when they’ve reached end of life
if soot keeps them rooted,
buried in foolish pride?
Where will the daydreams live
With no stars in the sky?
No bleeding hearts beating,
praying for love at night?
Where will melodies sing
when mouths are full of dirt?
Will they come from Heaven
when He returns to Earth?
Where will the angels fly
with no wind for their wings?
Who will they watch over
with no human beings?
Where will the darkness bend
when everything is white?
Fade out of existence,
turn into its inside?
About the Creator
Sara Wynn
Poetry is my language, and Earth is my playground.
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
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