LIKE A CRIPPLED BIRD

The freedom of a flight of a bird
Is as strong as a poet's word
Who feels the wind
That blows a sail
And touches the earth to hear its tale.

And those who dare to speak their thoughts
Will reach ahead for a truth that's sought.

And I reach ahead to make the grade
The elements of hope and dreams fade,
The heat of the sun
Fills my veins in the shade
Each particle of my life, slowly, to my form is made.

I see a vision in the wind

Sounds of life become as painful as silence in death
Cynics echoe fear in their breath
Suck in life,
Like a lizard waiting to die
Like a crippled bird that can no longer fly.

01/30/2005

Author's Note: Peace

Posted on 01/30/2005
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