What goes up but can’t come down,
And seen again comes crashing sound,
Sends ripples through the leaves
As tiny pebbles do disturbed.
Swallow until feather falling,
And once perturbed minds are calling.
Lo, but not held spins,
Alone, until rise night.
Whispers tell me other things,
Like rose unfurled and angel wings.
Lost a love, hoping, waiting, for,
Another day is gone to sleep.
Who dreams a soulless dream?
And wakes up a new man, new gleam,
And yet the call of darker streaks
Flow like ink in a spool of twine.
Hope you see is walking here,
And nourishes on fear,
Her own feathered catchers
Preying on shattered souls.
No one shall then be gone awake an,
Speak alone the death of a man.