Song of the Alkonost - Sailing on Troubled SeasA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormThe Alkonost have the ability to sing so beautifully that all who hear forget everything else and pause to listen to the music. Entire wars have come to a halt because of their singing.I am an Alkonost, my voice moves you in a trance. Your mind becomes a clouded sky when you hear my voice singing through your confidence. I can see the state of your soul as I look into your eyes, watching you bow to the sun while dreaming of my song, of love pursued by sighs. You see a lovely woman with lips pressed against each second lying before you, not my feathers completing a circle emptying into all you view. My voice scratches at the window of your day and watches you fall into my existence. I sing into your fantasies always in motion with no resistance. You sail the high seas, upon whose waves you should never turn your back. I am the mother who leaves her young there, you best be careful when they hatch. I am an Alkonost, my song moves you to remember nothing but me. Tonight, my young call to be born, oh sailor, do not sail upon these troubled seas. © 2012 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNeva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormGAAboutHello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia. My latest book and videos: My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon rm_f1st('6','182','true','false','000000','av2j3.. more..Writing
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