gazing upwards

[fledgist]

 

pale in the east this cold morning's false glow
inky clouds hold no promise of more rain
the week is ending without loss or gain
our time may move but it moves very slow
high in the air circles the hungry crow
which sees humanity simple and plain
and bears a final answer to all pain
yet cannot tell us what we need to know
i look for shadows and i find them deep
enough to hide whole worlds and yet quite clear
that there are places where darkness won't lift
my mind insists that what i need is sleep
the clouds move swiftly through the chilly air
and through warm memories i still must sift