A Glue Book for the mewsings of my heart...

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

SPIRIT OF THE GLENN

Silver bird flying high
are you safe in heavens sky?
unaware what hides below
the wolves, the hunt, the hate, the woe...
suddenly your journey ends
with broken wings in foreign lands.
silently your feathers lay
in golden wheat and fields of hay...
sunflowers stand guard
and poppies cry
as soft winds blow the solemn lullaby.
though you went without a fight,
you will not fade into the night.
your spirit soars up in a cloud of
unfinished dreams~
will we ever know what it all means?
only the pain of invisible scars 
forever embedded in our hearts?