Big Building View (2am)

Joyous angel tears bouncing off streetlights

Giving color to the grass below 

And giving freedom to the clouds

Soaring still yet slowing 

Moving towards the beautiful sunset 

Bathing my body

Darkens my skin in orange glow

In the moment....

I smiled as I saw jet black on my hands

Against suns high praise of me

This is my time....

I write this poem in the late hours of 2am

Even before the day begins 

I wish to freeze my toes on melting snow

Let the rain wash my face 

As I dream of my name in these big city lights

And scream in LIBERATION

SCREAM 

I want everyone to hear

I'm not afraid...

My world my soul

My art my voice

My body my conscience

Sits at the edge of this windowpane

While warmth rises from the vents

And touches my chin

I wrote this poem in the late hours of 2am 

Not knowing where 

My next journey will begin 

© 2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.

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