Magritte

I, in the sky.
Butterfly.
Cast over foreign coasts.
Shining out in youthful play.
An apple for a god today.

A longing to pray.
To be, see, and try to feel
that which is real in the greyness of existence,
to reveal the violet, in the drab monochrome eye
that sees modern life pass by.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.