Broken Wings
the world does now inherit
the turmoil of the wind
she blows in other places
that some may never find
when she whispers softly sighing
bringing sleep unsatisfied
taking dreams beyond the reach
of memories now denigned
yet we live for lifes brief hour
that quickly passes by
taking all the futile power
with maimed wings
that could not fly
the world my world inherits
the howling of the wind
blowing cold in our faces
that we have found our end
she whispers softly sighing
bringing on our deepest sleep
taking conciousness
beyond the bodys reach
yet we have lived for lifes brief hour
that quickly passed us by
and with renewed heavenly power
with swiftest wings
we again fly
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2011
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