Autumn Breeze

A whisper of beauty sets to the night In ancient time of Autumn breeze A flightless feather to soar the sky Records the silent echos of sorrow Carries through on seasonal change Keeping time with history's eye. A feather passes a tear filled eye The sacrifice before the night The day of blood held in the breeze As a gentle wind through summer sky Pierced by the blade of sorrow The Holy man of change. New land wandered for man to change A wishful time to England's eye The eagle spies the foot step night The pilgrims beyond the breeze As children cry to burn the sky A massacred Indian sorrow. A black man echoes sorrow The pain of life to change Freedom from the blood stained eye His cry seeks out the night Caressed by Autumn breeze As another feather floats the sky. Blood stench streams in horrid sky The bodies of broken sorrow The feather sights upon the change As delusions form in hatred eye Secrets under night Their souls become the breeze. Reaching upon the new day breeze A scrape of cloud and sky A world united in mornings sorrow The view of landscaped change Laments cry the tearful eye Through restless lonely night. Unto the land of darkened night The feather of recorded sorrow A moments break awaits, the next Autumn breeze. BY: DARREN J McMURRAY September 25, 2008