"Strange Days"

[butterflydreaming]

The feathered wings of a memory brushing by
whisper as the words you drop like stars,
stars cascading in continuity's sky,
a sky full of the past's migration

the weather is changing
on the eve of strange days

While I walk the side path with cairns on the trail
adumbrative warning for caution ahead
for caution, going forward where footing could fail,
in this direction where the way doubles back

I read in patterns of new constellations
the shape of beasts forgotten, the outline of strange days.

Comments

[spazzychic.livejournal.com]

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[butterflydrming.livejournal.com]

thank you