Skies

Sometimes I can wake up, on skies so blue. But, shortly after, I find myself trembling through and through. Can't keep up this world, moves to fast. Don't know what will last.Don't know how to.Hold onto all of meaning. And keep my spirit too. As I go out into the moonlight to howl a banshees howl.The forest lays down in silence for it knows my piercing call. All critters act knowledge, as gentle tears do fall. They stand there kindly looking.. the tower is so tall. In wonder, they don't know what to make of it all. But then it sadly comes to them all they can simply do. Is nudgingly give acceptance and understanding.. To..this strange banshee who comes here in the night to bawl.