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
Copyright © Darren J Mcmurray | Year Posted 2008
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