Street Crossings

Look both ways before you cross that street
Look twice, then look again
You never know who you are to meet
It has been known to rain
,

,
,
,
Some feel the clouds gather deep within
There are storms weeping in Night's travail
There are loves whom love to no avail
They are seeking still, in all this spin
,

,
,
,

Where the small must crawl
When winged ones fly at will
All lines after all
Whitened bones, ink must spill

Until you sleep wrapped in a sheet
Where there is nothing to explain
Go careful when you cross that street
So very little does remain



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-08-11 at 01:25

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Åsa Andersson
Loved the rain drops, and the reminder that we don't know what awaits us - love or death or ... ?
2014-08-11