The (T)ower

I build up and up
into the clouds
and settle in the sky
for some sleep
hidden in white
surrounded by blue
it’s better up here
than down in the grey
of the cities I left.

I build up and up
to into silence
and clean air
breathe deep
watch birds fly by
though few come
up this high
still a better view
than the cities I left.

I build up and up
too far some say
but I cannot hear
from my tower
the world exists
without me
and I exist
without the world
and the cities I left.

r.l.w

***Note : This post is written for us by Rhi who is an anxious geek and poet, living in Wales. Blogging, writing and sleeping as much as possible and who blogs at www.scruffy-duck.net .

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