Yesteryear
What lies between the land and the sky?
All in the merry month of yesteryear.
When crystals lay on the ground for the taking.
I lay in my bed of icy winds.
Focusing my reach for the one I love.
The land of elevation is where I dwell.
Slowly slowly I got up.
Dying for nothing only happens once.
All those nameless faces in the streets.
My face has been turned in the wrong direction.
I kneel for strength.
The more it boiled the more I grieved.
Did you see me burst out crying?
It was beyond real.
Give me passage to pick you up and carry you home.
My knuckles are no more than a pasture.
Stop pounding the merciless pavement and embrace the layer in between.
It grows till it can grow no higher.
A single rose I shall bury never again.
About the Creator
David Fournier
I am a writer, poet and performance artist. My whole life I have loved the beauty of words, whether I'm writing them into a narrative or using them to make silly voices. I am poised to publish my first book and kids series.
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