Cloudy Skies

a record In the silent halls the shadows slept Naught a breeze passing the chilled star night From the yellowed page words quickly leapt Twirling through the air by the old light, Hurried whispers blowing by A single spark doth ignite From the leather bound swift plied A name ancient wrote rite, an old dream as river flowed by time a record as fire burned in spite, for a single life Passion burning strife for a dimming light A pen put to write, A collection consisted of drifting thoughts together Amorphous as in nature To serve as a reminder a record.