Recovery
Lone birch stands in a small clearing
Sadness like tears of moon light from her visage we are seeing
Beyond ghost white bark her soul is beating
Wind wonders why she is weeping
Her biology gives her limits to her being
Was she once more or less then tree to the side slightly leaning?
She feels like her very soul she is loosing
But the soul can’t be taken even if heart is bleeding
She looks to the sky dreaming
As young shoots appear at time of spring
Is there a great king
Or is it just ballad echoes sing
The mind seems to function even if unknown is the thing
Whether or not it is mind fit for a king
The soul dreads that it cannot hold on to anything
Time is a problem but maybe it is time that can tell anything
Longing to freedom in her version of justice believing
She looks for divine blessing
She wants perfection in spectrum of everything
To that goal step by step she devotes what she can do in destiny of her soul’s recovering
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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