Walking On Lincoln Date: Sunday, 9th September 2012 @ 12:57:19 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: snc54 I feel on a thousand moons, Like a thousand suns. Where aliens roam, Jesus dares, and the Devil runs. The oceans are below me, But I am not in the skies. I am walking with visionaries, I am running through time, Searching for someone in disguise. I look over and see the skeletons Coming from the garden. The guide my sight, Pointing at the soft light, As it begins to harden. I laid my head down on a soft pillow. I stared out my window, Closed my eyes, Entered reality And let out hello. Now we all observe the bird in the dirt. We have our heads cocked, we are tip toed. We feed flows of boredom, Mixed with the bright emotion of excitement, As our minds implode. This poem is Copyright © snc54 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=173781