January 2012
To the Sea
Clouds of red
whoosh through my vision
as I sit in the sky
wondering what I’ve become.
When you are now golden
yet rusted and fray
I sit with you wondering
our distance is jagged.
Spiked with reason
but unsatisfied I stay
again hoping today
oh today.
The clouds darken
as our time is cut short
there’s never enough
to make it the same.
The sky is my reason
and breath and my voice.
So go with the sea
its better to me.
By Lauren McManus
