PUSH BACK THE CLOUDS
Immense silences can blacken the mind
And sometimes there is dead tired stillness
Where dreams are evasive
And breathing comes hard.
Where is the vibrancy
There is dance in the flicker of your eye
There is love in the billowy sky
On some silent nights
The spirit pours poison waters
Into the bloodstream of innocent children
Sometimes immense silences darken the senses
Screams resound from lovers far away
Then is the time to be strong
To push back the clouds into the dawn
To cry tears, to bravely soldier on.
-Bruce Potts
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