Wishes to be
We only see
The real story
Finding a new
Darkness closing in
When the haze of these new days finally settles to a fine mist on sidewalks worn
Shadows erased, gradually replaced – no longer night, these stars reborn
When wind it slows, though still it blows; not gale storms, but stories sings
Open eyes and morning skies; a new start this life brings
Note: This piece is the second in a collaborative project with the visual artist Riley Theodore. The artwork accompanying this post was given to me as a prompt, and based on the inspiration drawn, this poem was born.
The first piece from this project is the title poem for this blog, Objects, and the Distance Between Them.
To see more of Riley’s work, visit his Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/riley_theodore_/