Wednesday, November 1, 2017

The Spark

I think there’s a change of the guard
Broken pieces not peace
There was a warning shot at the break of dawn
Together we ride to carry on

I hear there was static in the air
Shapes of sizes in disguise
Maybe the forest was a good place to hide
Together we run, together we hide

On new horizons on summer sets
The empty breeze the open seas
Shapes that glow so intricate
So quiet and still, but never forget

There must be a change in the heart
Shattered dreams not things
There was a warning shot straight through the dark
Wishing this time to ignite that spark

©10/24/17 Bruce Clifford

Click on author's byline for bio and list of other works published by Pencil Stubs Online.

No comments:

Post a Comment