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Emma Jan 2012
no home in one place

You have the kind that travels with you:
a heart

spoke the stars to my soul.
sixth and final poem in a short series; they are meant to be read in sequence.
Emma Jan 2012
A shadow:
some great bird of the
now clear sky

Where
are the clouds?

They have no home

I have no home
Emma Jan 2012
There is no pain in a picture
nor growth

Watch the sky move
constant change
the rains

Pain, release, growth
brings the rain
I am a cloud.
Emma Jan 2012
There are more things to wonder
about

reflections in the surface of a
rock

moonlight

footsteps echoed in the
starless sky


The clouds
Let me be in the clouds
Emma Jan 2012
Shhhhh
the warrior-angel
shimmering
between closed eyes and tears

The pain moves through you
like clouds
before rain

Why? wonders
like a child
I am a child
Emma Jan 2012
The sky
speaks my spirit.
Look at the sky.
Look at the sky.
Cool wind, high clouds
framed among moons

Why
is a cloud?

Why
is my soul?
First of a short series; meant to be read in sequence.
Emma Jan 2012
music roared in my ears
the light blinded me
ahead
dust was rising
it clouded the air like smoke
the dust blinded me
the road, and the sun, and the music,
and the dust
it tasted like freedom


and
for a moment in between
all the things
there was a beautiful silence
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