Keane- Clear Skies
‘I’ve never seen such beauty
I’ve never seen such clear skies
I’ve never seen such high hopes
I’ve never seen such tired eyes
And I wish that I could be
Everything you are’
Clear skies, lighter than the air that steams my windows…
While my weight crushes me to the floor and I can barely lift my head up to see the people I ignore. I wish that I could be everything you are.
Clear skies, beautiful from within and a vision of something greater from without, in the day, evening or night your passion for life is constant like the drumming of a seraphim’s heart.
I am now dark inside where hope once was, illogical feelings fill me up as I stare into the nothings that become…of the tv, of the music, of the hobbies that would always playfully occupy my thumbs. I wish I could be everything your are.
Clear skies, you stay above all those below, never bowing to the mountains howl, so strong is your touch it can enclose the world, protecting from the burn of the sun. Even the light of stars must pray for your permission before allowed to shine on the remaining polish of a surface your will has brought to rust.
I have been bent out of shape by the trauma in the muscles that move my bones, the memory of a touch on my chest before its caress on my toes is distant, and that plight has weakened me so much a glazed look down at my phone is like a bow to the demon’s in my head. I wish I could be everything you are
Clear skies, you are able to cry when you feel saturated and let your rage shake the fabric of the night when temperatures overwhelm.
I am stifled by forces I cannot explain, no tears can fall to drain the pain, no screams can be made to release the hate and I wish I could be everything you are…Clear in mind with hope spanning the breadth of human sight, this and everything you are.
By Alphan Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh