Within The Realm
On ruby red sunsets demise
Etched on gravestones sorrow
Below the beds of cobblestones
Less compromised then when alive
Lie the fallen upon the morrow
From the depths of empty wells
Fire dragons rise to turn the tides of time
Like dreams that twist and turn to life
Caught in a sleep as well they might
As Sunrise takes the light to flight
On the occasion of winter moon’s escape
Eclipsed by blistering cold to roam
Horizons line, just out of reach
Follows animals to sleep into tomorrow
Birds take illusions to their peak
As yet unseen, somewhere under the wing
Blurred, in V formation, kept as a secret
Keeping to their word they never speak
Weathered skies turn into rain then down the drain
To rust awaiting, gaining traction, feeding on the hollow
There, to turn candle lights to flickered smoke
In showers followed by the evening mist devoured
Cold stones stand void, empty of empathy
Over the tons of earth laid low
Followed by the scarecrow gaze ahead
There a sentry, filled with straw upon a pole
Fear of fire is all it knows
There within the realm of reason
There without a sound, cobblestones retreat
Looking for some troubles on the street
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2024
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