the secret sky

the secret sky has some ferocious questions,
though we like to think brilliant things always surround us
and that naked time will kiss the dirt of our fathers
but breath dies here as eternity blazes away;
and every child born makes the same mistakes,
and voices here speak an unknown refrain-
remember when the air was poison free,
and ghosts danced in the opened perfume of trees?

Pendemic
I like this one, gives me a sense of reverie.

Twiggynoir
Your imagery is extraordinary. I enjoy this poem immensely. It's like being in another world altogether and seeing it with new eyes.