An overcast bluer
Than the clearest of skies
When seen through the heart
And not through the eyes
A gloom that weighs down
On all underneath
As they wait for the Sun
For its sword to unsheathe
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
An overcast bluer
Than the clearest of skies
When seen through the heart
And not through the eyes
A gloom that weighs down
On all underneath
As they wait for the Sun
For its sword to unsheathe