Smoking Skies

Smoking Skies ​

The smoking skies above, they whisper something.​

Giving the trees something to breath.​

The river who is close to me, is so cold. ​

I reach it gently with the palm of my hand.​

And suddenly I see your reflection, slowly fading away.​

So purely that I almost can't take it.​

My heart is beating, fast.​

As I fall into your fading reflection.​

Water is surrounding me, in it's most purest form.​

Taking me away from, me​

I can't breath, but I do not mind.​

Am I dead already?​

I don't know.​

We are one now, finally together,​

after such a lonely time, being all alone.​

Where will we go? Heaven?​

Does it matter?​

I say no​

I can tell, you feel the same​

Because the smoking skies above us, stopped whispering. ​

Wow a poetry forum, and i didn't now that.. jebus​

it's kinda weird to post my work, since your feeling so exposed..​

this piece is from 2004, and it really feels like ages since i wrote this​