Poet's Lament
You, perhaps, have stoned the sky
a million pelting birds to fly
to break the atmosphere in half
You sang the song, you laughed the laugh
You, in kind, have run the sea
up to the brink immensity
to kiss the wings of pelting birds
You named the name, you wrote the words
You, my friend, have bent the night
It fell to you without a fight
to slumber gently in your palm
You sold the soul, you calmed the calm
You, alone, have caught the air
in feathered wings, I know not where
to storms abated in their breath
You lived the life, you died the death~
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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