caught in the moment
between sunrise
and when my fucked up eyes could
open to allow the morning in
once again.
Hell is a sparrow
tumbling from the branch
feathers
can not break the fall
Wings will not bring saviours
hymns and harps
the eternal host
a hand to land upon
Bones are brittle
hollowed by the men with pipes
and illustrations of
the past
winding into their eyes
I had you
encased in amber
a millennium passing
in the press of a kiss
Tomorrow is a chick
mouth agape
impatient
for succour
as we strived to reach the nest
2 comments:
Beautiful imagery!
Hiya Bridget *smile*, thankyou kindly , actually, Ive done a revise of this one, fleshed it out a little more, if you get a chance, take a look and tell me what you think.
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