POETRY

Black birds in white attire

Walk the line of the un-fliers 

Costume or uniform

Is the crow within, or the dove reborn

Shared secrets of Gnosis unknown...

Hides red rose blossoms 'neath carved knuckle bones.  

Dark tales no one's ears hear sung

or others preconceived sing false

Ballads of Nighten, Gales...unrung

If my body were a bottle,

my heart would be a message;

I'd float upon the ocean,

and the waves would be my lessons.

I'd find my way to you,

so you could look inside.

To see the tears that blind me,

contain more than  they confide

My purpose thus has found me,

spirit's  stillness, coincide. 

Writing is an avenue, to a freer way

I put my pain in a box and mailed it to me,
So I can be the one that set's it free.
So I can shoulder being one year older
So I can fly and not have to hide.
from the pain....now on the outside.

Fly free, fly free
Just me, that's who I'll forever be

I leave my tears in my heart and close them inside.
So I can feel them and not have to hide.
Sew the boundaries around my past
fly hard but not to fast
from the pain

Burning angel, on a magic carpet.

Riding through a neon sky.

Traveling south to unheard of lands,

Where burning angels learn to fly