I don't profess to understand
The deepest mysteries flashing
Nor the theories of the man
That wrote Starry Passing
Nor see through half shell eyes
Of a common being
Blind shell covered eyes
Ever peering- never seeing.
A firebird must rise
Above thought and theory
To soar above earth's starry skies
Where Light is not blurry...
I will leave you as any tree
That winds of time shall bow
Down through the century
By common hand or plough
The whispering wind in time
Shall whisper in the strong oak tree
In warm whispery rhyme
Stirring up debree
Among the rustling leaves...
The tree will come undone
Beneath the soft breeze
Through each golden tongue
Calling, gently calling
Falling, gently falling...
With no ability for speech
The tongueless tree will reach
His naked limbs -the oak
For the owl that spoke
From her nest deep in his heart
According to the art
Of love and life and song
But find that she has flown...
Very well written.
Yours,
simonb
Light and Wisdom ...
I have never commented on one of your poems or read any, this is my first but will definitely not be my last. I found everything about the poem just so perfect and found myself asking me, " now why can't I write like that?" From opening line to the very end you dazzled me with every word. Thank You for making my day.
RAge
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
nice work.....Art Sun...
Susan