The sky cracks open from midnite skies into
the morning dawn..Dew drops gather on each
and every blade of grass..The nightime is slowly
becoming a memory..One I hope will last..
Solitude sleeping times of gentle keeping..
Sand through the hour glass..The light of day..
soon approaches, and with it no escaping the
pain this life has to offer..And so within keeping
of this..Time marches onward..And no one seems
to mind..That with each and every new sunrise
our Life gets a little shorter..For what it's worth..
small talk and childish games, head trips and
the like, I say, bring on the night and put out
the day, I like it that way..here in the dark..
~~the end
By Rick Weber
August 28, 2012
copywritten
"Cracked Open Sky"
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