| Skies By: Kate Brandywine The rain falls from the skies with the hale on the roof the sounds of hate scream from the four corners of the land. But you never held me close or told me it was all fine. You told me things were true kissed honeysuckle lips and begged me not to go. Even though I knew it was time I hung by your brused side and held your soothed hand as you walked a new path. But you knew I couldn't follow your steps were to fast and our hands keep slipping from grasp. I push you away from here you don't seem to get my fear. Good bye to you standing there I'll see you when the skies are clear. BACK TO OTHER POEMS |