Chrystal Rain
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

The world seems to be
Collapsing I feel
Chrystal is falling
From the sky

I look up and see
A lack of blue free
Only a dull background
passes by

The chrystal that falls
Cuts into my skin
I'm soaked by its essence
Their needles dig in

Dig into my flesh
Dig into my soul
Consuming in caress
Piercing my whole

My legs will not hold
My arms can not reach
I fall with the chrystal
Outcast on the beach

Strands of white sand
A shiver runs from
The dull lasting land
That still moves along