Break above me sapphire sky
who's hands I hold to hope to fly.
Who's voice does sing of starlit winds
and salty water rushing by.
Who's hand does guide the birds to flight
and lift, soft into beauty's sight
to shout into the coming night,
"To heaven do I ride!"
A mercy painted red and gold
that flees and fills its mortal mold,
and fades it's way to fantasy,
to slip its secrets 'neathe the sea,
all drunk on love and empathy
for all the light they hold.
YOU ARE READING
Veawin Verglas Whisperwood
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written by or for my DND character Veawin. They will be generally about how he sees the world and what he finds beautiful in it.
