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Sulfur and cirrus

Strike a match against a cloud
Set the sky on fire
With blazing oranges and purplereds too proud to fade and blend

Keep the matches safe and dry
when the clouds are
dark and grayish blue
Let them dance
let them sing
A wet and weary tune

Let them humbly mix and fall
And slowly blow away
Blow them kisses
Close your eyes
and hold your matchbox high
Feel the wind blow through your hair
Blissful enough to cry

Strike a match in darkness
Think on places far
Lines of latitude bend the moon
smoke rises to the stars


About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

4 responses »

  1. Another wonderful one! It creates a longing in me that is hard to explain. So, I won’t try! ha!

  2. i bet it is the last bit that creates the longing
    well not really im not a gamblin man šŸ™‚

    thanks Deb

  3. You have a lovely site here with some great pieces! I love the flow of this – set the sky on fire…

  4. hey thanks for coming by.
    I know you know all about those fiery skies šŸ™‚


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