Thunder Dye Wings

Oh to be, TOO BEE,
The voice that thunders so
Upon the wings of bald eagles
Tis just a vamp dream,
Tis just a whisk dream,
Upon a lone whisper,
Riding the verse,
Of make believe.

A Lone whisper
Bites bitter wry wind
As thy feathers freeze
Flutter ring cold chilly breezes
Clearing insight poet thoughts
Writing why current sensations
Pulsating poetic pulse penetrations
Adrift wings of bald eagles.

Sensory seer sensual solitary flight
Grasps on fertile future talons might
Freedom’s Iron Will, will persevere
As long, as its Liberty, be not clipped
Oh to be, TOO BEE, one must have -
Aloud voice that thunders free chords
Where elocution strikes vocal cords
Writing Free Verse might, aloft talon’s time.

HeArtMosphere Poet