The sun.
She provides
Light for all
The pale dying
Stars around her.
Nourishing.
And on one,
Through the tides,
Riding the squall,
Silently vying,
To leave the water.
Breathing...
Scaled children
Of the moon.
Fighting nature,
To belong here.
In green virgin womb.
Growing.
Adaptive scale-kin,
An inaudible tune,
Driving instincts pure.
Eyes becoming clear,
Aquatic breath, entomb.
Evolving.
Beaten earth,
Beneath flailing fin.
Rise, then fall;
In flopping dance,
Feathers borne.
Absconding.
And here the birth,
Of sea an' air in twain,
Alar scales so pall,
Such airy romance.
Oceans breath shorn.
Ascending.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
