Gleaming beads of desire
descend from morbid clouds above.
Each one whispering
its miserable tale to the voiceless wind.
I strain to listen to the hush of silence
as the world flows by with piercing clatter.
I reach out to each drop
in hope of hearing a single soft word.

But each one slips off my fingertip
and plummets to the steaming tar below.
I glance at the dreary sky
filled with the nightmares
of flawless angels above,
The dreadful knowledge they conceal beneath their wings
is unfolded with every strike of golden lightening.

Yet not one conscience creature listens
for we are too occupied to notice,
the silent thunder of distant choirs
humming tunes of angels' tears.

Oh blue, oh blue skies have no flaw, no cloud
only what is crisp, cold, frozen color
How pure, how blemish less this sky unbowed
It does not drift, it only stands taller

And then, when the day begins to descend
this blue, this blue, will struggle with the dark
they will battle and feud until they blend
and this glorious blend will spread and spark

This blue will surrender to the darkness
and black will engulf the wide and strong skies
Night will replace day, slowing and ageless
I will miss you quiet blue hue, wait to rise

Rest beneath the stars, and wait until day
and tomorrow the clouds will soar and sway