Poetry 'n Prose

Skylarks On The Window

You rallied round requesting another pillar
Be put behind your head, asked for a glass of water
You sat up with your Mona Lisa smile
In that Oncology ward
We talked, laughed, wept and everything we said was clear, uncluttered
I told you about the garden and how it went
To rack and ruins since you had left it
You told me how you missed the hours
Of sitting by the back door
Skylarks on the window
Afraid, you said, that you’d see them no more
For you I wanted to stop the summer clocks
For you I wanted to conjure the gift of gathering birds
Here in this sterile, flower forbidden place
For you I wanted to smile
Because it’s all I know when I don’t know
What else to do.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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