Dull day

Dull day

At night
           the clear skies
endless space
           and a feeling
that all things
           are possible
countless stars
           urging us on
to better things
           to better dreams

It’s the grey skies
           that get me down
I feel hemmed in
           as though the wool
has been pulled
           over my eyes
once too often
           these dull grey
unimaginative skies
           a lethargic wind
a day within which
           the day appears
to drift aimlessly
           to a pointless
conconclusion
           I could say more
but I won’t
           not for now

John Lyons

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