By Dewayne Allday
A planet missing from my view,
But there just the same -
Oh, I know.
The gravity of its tugging
Is pulling down bricks;
One lick, two licks, three bricks,
A wall built with time,
Hiding nothing but the other side
To give, receive or reciprocated,
Except a feeling of colorful
Surprises to be explored
As the dampness of the morning dew
Grows weary, reflecting off the dry
grass
In a summertime of coldness
And a wintertime of warmth;
A ball of fire that dances in the sky,
Bubbling with vivacity, yet
Hiding in the shadows unforeseen
For various reasons,
To everyone, especially myself;
Because I dare not see it,
Lest I am
blinded forever more.
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