many wednesdays

everyday that it hurt,

we walked down that road of dirt….

and for every ache and pain,

there was a cloud that brought the rain.

i never knew it could be like this

love and hate under control

owning my mind, body and soul.

the clouds came in

and the sun ran away

there is no ceiling

when you’re living in the sky…

and it is beautiful

all the things that live

all the things that die,

they’re in constant motion

in my mind’s eye.

eric w. desselle