poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2010


Despite the unsafe landing
It seems I am still standing
In a land both cold and damned
My hand is numb, I know no one

The sky is far above us
The stars they seem to love us
They shine so bright all through the night
A wave of light and day gives fight

It pushes out the starshine
It kicks away the moon
It rises lone and takes its throne
And stays there until noon

Victorious yet tired
The dying sun retires
And the stars seem to rise higher
Than any night before

I am in the land, cold and numb and damned
No more