Kit Kelen #779 - we collect from the sky

779

we collect from the sky 

 

dry night of stars the same

lead ourselves on with like

we dizzy with the up

and drift

isn't it to dream?

lovely first light

days ahead of what's

we keep it in a tank

shape benches of a breeze

who is there can predict?

no bell rings

make slaves of selves

not bent to this

shelve clouds

of a certainty

heals seeing

you can't help but salute this flag

as firm as meant

the pun sky

the all rhyming

motion eye

someone to look up to

done for a oneness

it's how we're here

wasn't always blue

but there's a lark rise now

sacred secret

always gone

every head full

leaf briefly flown

we're up to this

in nether reaches

till one day

the penny drops

all lie face up

pull the plug

ahead of the game

we soar through

file that under

sky with socks

for float

it's just an idea you know

we're tin too

we've been in it

saw the burning towns

and took our meaning

branches web

each will be a landing

glad of cobbed corners

when a fly comes

these drifts apart

and listen for the writing there

it means that we are bowed

of course there is a politics

winged in the dark of it

road beyond

pouring into night

and the world's turn

always a hop step

bend beyond