Listening to the Sun

Swindon sky
The sun was crossing the sky boldly.
As the clouds heard its whispers,
they silently raced away from its power.

The clouds revealed a wide blue sky.
I waited for the sunset flourish.
My friends see the dreams of stars.
I am blind and only see the night.

When I awoke this morning,
I saw an approaching storm.
Every day that I stand alone,
my resolve grows stronger.

I look at the roses in the park.
They are pink, red and yellow.
As the breeze carries their fragrance,
I remember my lonely garden.

My voice is still now.
I hope the sun will talk to me today.

W. Wayne B.

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© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit: Emma

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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