[Please DO NOT STEAL.]
A shield to protect
from the negative
criticism of daily life.
A cocoon made
from the pollution of
the streets
the hatred
the greed
the grime.
A sea of swarming
faces pass me
I look down from
above
away from the crowd
the people are upside down.
Their faces blending into each other
colors attach to other colors
Green, blue, brown, black, and yellow.
I blink once.
I end up on the ground
the faces recede to normal
my vision comes back and I continue to
stand in the middle of the street.
Looking at
my soul
looking down
at me.
It has the incandescent
eyes of
knowledge and wisdom
of what
the world
shall be
The serenity of things
to what fate can
only cause.
by e.v.a.
 H a i k u D r e a m s · Mon Apr 30, 2007 @ 09:30pm · 0 Comments |
