A Float through Night Skies and Other Poems in Youth

A Bond That Binds Us Firm

I sift between the madness

of the world,

That caves and shuts us

in close living space,

with many lives, closed off

in ether-world,

And ponder through the storm

behind a case.

The resonating inner voice

weren't heard,

And every eye and ear; masked

in covers,

And screams were made; often

spurred and slurred,

The thought and mind would

idly slouch in stirs.

But aching bonds would merely

grasp them firm,

To good and right within this

binding doom,

Their will to act and save

were aptly stern,

The brave and stranger hearts

of them would loom.

Don't mind, discrete their tones

and songs they sing,

In everlasting unison

they'd bring.