Post by DavidMc on Sept 13, 2006 6:31:56 GMT -6
A Bequest Of Clouds.
Soaring high above
Dry desert air
Mirrored in the eagles
Yellowed stare
Seeking worlds
Beyond repair
Falling I saw
A dodo lurking there
Attempting in vain
To verbalize
My deepest fears
I lost my voice
And flew further south
To rediscover
The briny sea
That still held captive
A part of me
Where Seagulls pick
On empty bones
Birds indeed
Of a different feather..
Left high and dry
They could not explain
How love alchemizes
Deep set pain
Into subtle treasure
Now Perched on jagged rocks
Ravens cloak the light
Like funeral shrouds
They presented me
With the gift of rain
I leave them now
A bequest of clouds
Birds Of Prey.
I often walked through coals of fire to learn
Lessons to be cleansed of my past history;
But until the wheel of eternity made another turn,
My soul was as fragile as a Chopin nocturne.
Stronger now I fear no circling birds of prey
Forsaking the brooding mountains for drier land;
Now Vultures can track my moves all day
The glowing torch of God will keep them far away
Bird Of Paradise.
Yearning to be a bird of paradise
To gift my plumage to the one
Without conditions and without price
Perhaps somber colours must suffice
And sing the songs that I am able
Yearning to be a bird of paradise
Through flying blind I lost you twice
with feathers blackened I still come
Without conditions and without price
From this perch I must still search
For you.
White Dove.
White Dove silently released at the wedding,
Like a snow flake rising into the summer sky
Nobody knows where you are heading,
Your Graceful beauty brings a tear to my eye
White Dove soars above the broken nation,
An Avian symbol of everlasting peace
Congregations somewhere pray in contemplation,
To let the mindless human carnage cease
White Dove I saw you winging through my space
Flapping swiftly your blood stained wings,
Perhaps you would let me trade your place
So that I may too one day achieve these things.
Soaring high above
Dry desert air
Mirrored in the eagles
Yellowed stare
Seeking worlds
Beyond repair
Falling I saw
A dodo lurking there
Attempting in vain
To verbalize
My deepest fears
I lost my voice
And flew further south
To rediscover
The briny sea
That still held captive
A part of me
Where Seagulls pick
On empty bones
Birds indeed
Of a different feather..
Left high and dry
They could not explain
How love alchemizes
Deep set pain
Into subtle treasure
Now Perched on jagged rocks
Ravens cloak the light
Like funeral shrouds
They presented me
With the gift of rain
I leave them now
A bequest of clouds
Birds Of Prey.
I often walked through coals of fire to learn
Lessons to be cleansed of my past history;
But until the wheel of eternity made another turn,
My soul was as fragile as a Chopin nocturne.
Stronger now I fear no circling birds of prey
Forsaking the brooding mountains for drier land;
Now Vultures can track my moves all day
The glowing torch of God will keep them far away
Bird Of Paradise.
Yearning to be a bird of paradise
To gift my plumage to the one
Without conditions and without price
Perhaps somber colours must suffice
And sing the songs that I am able
Yearning to be a bird of paradise
Through flying blind I lost you twice
with feathers blackened I still come
Without conditions and without price
From this perch I must still search
For you.
White Dove.
White Dove silently released at the wedding,
Like a snow flake rising into the summer sky
Nobody knows where you are heading,
Your Graceful beauty brings a tear to my eye
White Dove soars above the broken nation,
An Avian symbol of everlasting peace
Congregations somewhere pray in contemplation,
To let the mindless human carnage cease
White Dove I saw you winging through my space
Flapping swiftly your blood stained wings,
Perhaps you would let me trade your place
So that I may too one day achieve these things.
