For Heather
Oh say! Under a mischievous sky
A minstrel came singing and seeing me cry
" what are you facing?" Upon seeing me vexed
My soul is afflicted and deeply perplexed
I am charged with writing but cannot lie
Both my words are quitting and my pen is dry
He spoke to my pen, he spoke to my hand
Slowly and gently started to understand
Flashed in black sunlight comes the bird of the sun
Flowers of heaven all birds must be
Lost is her jailor, lost is the key
Standing there naked shedding her cloak
Unashamed her beauty is free-
For eons did man lust after liberty
In swaddling cloth soaked, the blood of the free
Untainted by rumour at half a century
Now painted in colours of contorted nebulae
Explosion of gasses in a smoky melee
Came swirling around and still I stand charged-
Just a moment ago , standing there mesmerized
Of the grandeur of you in the fluid of my sight
This bird must take flight, this truth I must write
Over these hills and meandering river-
Until she finds you, this is for Heather
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016
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