My heart, an eagle, a roaring gale at night
to find a dream, once lost, a forsaken plight
almost forgotten, remembrance foretold,
sight mangled, words of old, unwritten
to search and reach, again, desolate will
forlorn and listening, unsung, besmitten
to cite wondrous legend… “Phoenix arise!”
remolding light, your depth… is freedom.
Fri vers (Fri form)
av Nightngale
Publicerad 2019-05-19 16:56
ERD-man-SKY
“Phoenix arise!”? I wish so... Great poem man!
2019-05-19