Vagabond Philisoph

a lone... poet,

VAGABOND PHILISOPH

 

Heart's blood ink red

Quill’s words torn

From skin n scars

Adorned

With no tears

From eyes Green

Or almond gaze

No portcullis skies

Look love breath live

Or cry for me

Alone I wander

Wondering who

I might see,

Can they perceive all that I am?

And can never be

Will they appreciate Curled wings?

Sable crown

Strawberry mantle

I care not

But for the sight

Long sought

Of eyes

Caught up

In the depths of sky

Mirrored

In heart and mind

 

5-27-08

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