A poem inspired by hearing the music of The Cloud Harp
Your clear blue sky
Your clear blue sky
cannot convince
me
I see through your pretence
no stitch masks your emptiness
your godless perfection of void
Your deceitful black sky
transparent
betrayed by chilling phantoms
false mirage of harbour lights and homesteads
unreachable
You see
I have heard the music of angels
[Dedicated to the Cloud Harp]