Dried up grass,
angels formed
and created out of sand,
rusty pieces of metal sheets,
create this waiting place for me,
a deform barn,
white clouds once hovering in the skies,
convert to dull and sad,
creating a powerful statement,
to its color it demonstrates,
gray clothing around there soft bodies,
are they in contact in my soul?
Oval forms decent
dissolving as they hit the concrete,
yet I taste,
no salted flavor,
so it only consoles my state of mind,
birds refuse to sing,
they have knowledge
that father season
passed through summer and spring,
a vacant farm which I am the owner,
grasping the waves of sounds
of the oval forms which hit the ground,
able to pass the rusty sheets,
and creeping into the mind,
adapting to my body,
as they pass over me,
there transparent bodies change to unclear,
I sat at 12 o clock,
now is 3 pm,
time does not freeze,
yet the rain pours,
metal rusty sheets are a home to me,
yet able to dance in the rain,
instead of waiting in this place,
should be a blue print for me,
time does not hold still,
rain pours,
dancing in the rain as a child,
I had forgotten the secrets of life