Drink the sky.
It contains our wishes;
Single strands of teeming times
Dampen the ceilings
Of eagle claws.
Hold the earth.
It whispers our minds;
Dark dawns of spacial signs
Swirl the curtains
Of tiger pelts.
Prick the sea.
It strengthens our fears;
Frail feathers of soft songs
Free the temple
Of wolf howls.
Cusp the lake.
It weakens our guilt;
Ten tendrils of crimson kites
Blow the night
Of horse eyes.
Bless the sun.
It comforts our pain;
Aging ash of elapsed eons
Burn the world
Of snake tails.
YOU ARE READING
Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
