by Frank Sheehan
Just waiting
as we so often do
for a turn of events
to mystify everyday's grind
ramble through malfunctions,
revivals, drives
through misanthropic sets
of different spectrums,
shades, sights, lights
creating hallucinations
gone awry
too good to be true
fly away into dreams,
stratosphere's delight
sparkling throughout the day
into night
when stars fill the sky
moon shining bright
clouds dissipated
cool breeze blows.
From:
January 31, 2018
Copyright ©:
2018 Frank Sheehan
Last updated February 03, 2018