Above the River
A frigid night, high in the sleepy mountain
The young noble bird for the final time
Sits on the lip of its mother's nest
And spreading its wings to take its flight
Then find its place in the moon-lit sky
Thus it soars the gentle white peaks
But its lack of companion swiftly becomes cold
Filling with sorrow it sinks through the depths
Its soul weeping bitterly
It is searching for its own
From grace it falls to dark lowly hills
Searching for love from the common river so vast
To the flow of the stream its virtue succumbs
But the river holds only empty oaths
Loneliness follows, a dying mask comes last
To a sky thick with snow and the chill of the wind
Where peaks of wisdom cut deep through the night
While the highborn's weightless spirit returns
The young eagle's shadow appears far below
As the soothing sunlight crests the mountain's height
Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2012
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