Pondering greater things
By Beyond Zion
Seedlings, and sparrows, Prowl the honesty of the wind, Without malice. Like a song written before the sky was blue, and the ocean endless The watcher sits and ponders it. Steady, Quite, Pure. Patiently, breaking the shore, His hand draws thoughts in the sand. Ineffably, he cries, And the ocean turns gray, And the sparrows fall from the clouds, Like tears. Bitter, Loveless, Forgotten. He leaves himself for a dream, While the sands suffers, He remembers him. Blue mornings, Bare, with serenity. Love between silk, They were supposed lovers, In places and times never remembered, And seldom seen. A blue bird now brings color, And the sparrows fly into their nests, And the watcher has become the watched. The music, The voiceless songs of the blue bird Shiver the veneer, and awaken hope. Loneliness washes ashore, While the clouds part and bathe the sand, And he becomes himself in dreamless stars. Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 02:26 PM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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