Call to the fallen
Floating above forest deep,
falling into a lover's keep,
the dreams of another's sleep,
Onward they slowly creep.
Born from far down below,
slung across back to bow,
flying forth into the flow,
searching something to know.
Slicing through thickened air,
relieving the greatest despair,
taking life of those who care,
yet devoid of a lover's stare.
Thoughts moved forever on,
words carry hither to yon,
acting toward a future gone,
replaced by a past thereon.
Veins through the world crawl,
bloodied print on solid wall,
Unable to stand away tall,
In crowd lost and so small.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]
ha poetry is always a surprise when you decide to leave one here. Beautiful lines
I feel it is guilty pleasure, because most don't seem to get much from it. But, I have to do something for me too.
Good stuff, keep it up... we can make the world a better place.
Have to try at least.
Beautiful poetry. I read your poem several times, the last time with a tear in my eye. Moving and so thoughtful. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you @lcerm, it means something to have people actually connect with them.