Lace and Hallucinations
New days.
Who knows what will happen?
A new day sheds the night
Who holds the keys of prophecy?
Or knows the new day's flight.
Over empty valleys
Mistaken by the mist
Sent by shards of starlight
The morning sunshine kissed.
Like an eagle buffeting
Against the autumn breeze
Lace and hallucinations
Brought her to her knees.
In and out of avenues
Stopped by a dead end
Stitching up the fraying hems
One more thing to mend.
My mind meanders mirthfully
The nuances are near
Washed away by a new day
The sky is pale and clear.
On the bay, waves have their way
And splash and smash the shore
Clouds float in a hurry
Chilled right to the core.
Seasons void of reasons
Minutes drift to hours
I can’t see beyond the sea
Or weigh trees heavy boughs.
A new day anathema
Outrage is in the air
Blowing past the very last
A tres bête de noire.
©
David Rudder
2021
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