PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

we are but

sleep for a promise of spirituality

awakened

so very blessed

we live in the centuries of light

living winds blow through the seasons

a wild within wrestles our very souls

what remains is the music of a fabled

pergatory

walking along side the middle orphan

in each of us

winter in the son of reality

such book of days

is a living muse

a counter weight for the time

the cleverness of language is but

a crafty surface interpretor

for as you should know

there are no quotable idiots

for we are but remnents of our given IQ's

building on the known knowledge

a cap if you will

growing forth from

the feather within.............

(written Dec 20,2004 645am)