Did It Prevent Your Sun Kissed Dreams?

Father that sundial, is it death…
Is it Father - the hand of death?
Is it the sword that cuts short a bird's flight?

'Child, we're all adjacent, the window of life.

The window of light…'

O' Father is it a guillotine!
Does it covert our breath…
O' Father how, much, time
Do we have? Left…

'Child, we're all adjacent, the window of life.

Until the bird in your soul, takes flight'.

'Child, a question - answer your father this.
Did it prevent your sun kissed dreams? Last night.'

poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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