I wrote this poem during a dark spot in my life. This isn't very good blank verse, but it's the best I wrote at this time.
When the tall sky is barren and brittle
And the dry frost collects the rest of us,
I hide away beyond the canopy
And lay my life out on the shifting space.
The ether’s promised eyes hold the pasture
Of thriving fruit and soft simplicity
To break through the frosted mind; the sad face
And leave the locked color run and flow through.
My windows look beyond the hanging mist
Past the fragile moon, past the vacant sea
For now the dream is what’s mesmerizing.
Reborn and tucked away in the earth’s sleeves
I dream the dream of lasting brilliance
And hold my life far beyond the skyline.