Under another sky
You words may be less cutting,
They could not plunge so deep
Nor tear away my light.
Under another sky
Their vitriol rebutting,
You may not watch me bleed
And you would be contrite.
Let echoes have your keep,
I flee this endless night,
Redrawn horizons weaving
Under another sky.
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Tragic and beautiful; with the perfect visual accompaniment. Well done.
Thank you, Ned. I appear to have a certain thematic continuity in my work at present and it certainly took a turn for the tragic of late. I am glad you found it beautiful.
beautiful…
Beauty… under another sky. Thank you.
Such evocative words and that haunting photo of Heath Ledger…
I like that photo. There is something tranquil and yet disturbing about it. Thank you, Lee-Anne.