Sitting on the cusp of Eve
I saw the birds,
the blackened
heave...
the flight in freedom.
In a time of need.
I held up hands
in a plight
deceived.
Or sow I thought
in a heart bereaved.
Heaven is now.
I pray and bow.
Minions of crows,
I've come to know
in plentitude,
fly over in rows,
a beautiful wonderment
I've come to know.
There is nothing so fine
outside of the grind
to trust in a wonderment
bursting with rhythm.
The flyover was beautiful
up in the clouds
no words, just a feeling
and a beating out loud.d
The bus on the ground was
calling for people
to give faith to a failure
like a Hollywood steeple...
1-800-PAIN.
Nope, I see that sad refrain,
I carry some hope
and I transmute that pain
in spite of my dope,
the birds do remind me
time and time again.
All is well and is all flying
in the face of a fear...
that Love is the answer
to souls far and near
I fly with that thought
my peace, I hold dear.
We are One
It's my mentor calling.
Dr. Seuss here!
