skygate

air, closer to being music
of notes retaining a breath of ancient night
of cloud hands holding piano ocean

beyond rose of the winds
on the summer bridge it’s raining
twenty thousand miles up to twenty thousand stars

cities don’t vanish wild songs
to nothing of the sterile abyss
even when shores inhale the quiet

dear ghost
the sky knows
always

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2 thoughts on “skygate

  1. Inhaling deep breaths of your words laden with heavy scent like salty ocean breeze.
    (I just had to think of you ~ while I was sitting here between sea and green garden a guy was playing piano in a wonderful way and I thought you would surely love this atmosphere too.)

    • i surely would, dear friend..a well-played piano is always mesmerising. and when it’s played along a beautiful scenery, it’s almost heaven. thank you so much 🙂

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