an ode to a lament

[merkaba20]

it's written in the constellations and it is heard in the dying leaves. it is reenacting itself in endless loops in the pale yellow lights that send sonic pulses to warm all the lost children. what is this place? this isn't how i remember it. the history of my childhood echoes with a resonance that reminds me of a time when gunshots weren't

Comments

[crazeeme]

*sigh* so true.

nice writing as always Fern ;)