Friday, April 25, 2008

feather bones

bird looks like time
it flies above it

multitude
and flight movement

colours lost within
mountains

home lines end in
land becoming water

through seasons of
perpetual light, perpetual fall

the never-ending begins
what age is coming?

in silence
is no silence

feather bones
lifting the air

1 comment:

LivelyClamor said...

nestclutter:
raven eye
sees past horizon
finding shiny words

raven claw
plays with years of
shredded bits of
ink and paper
hoping for
the right bit
but can only find old words

so she looks at sky
remembering the future

beak opens
wing wind blows thanks your way
breeze before sound