Thoughts For John

Sighs for broken skies
allow
wasted moments
down beneath the sands
of now
to stay up late
and shoot the breeze
and acquiesce on tearful seas
so loud
they shroud
the better sounds
to which they should concede.

lonely
left unheard
beauty dies without a word.

sighs for broken skies
abating;
I no longer mourn tomorrows
lost in sorrows,
that were never waiting.

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