Soaring Spirit

- To see the weepish moon in the shadows of the sun, hanged low as if bowing its head for a moment of prayer, brings memories of times when cruelty showed no mercy. - A heavy heart like likenesses of pthe weight of stones, casts that very color upon my skin. This color is not so neutral, for it imposes my soul with each passing day and night, giving hence upon why I am one with nature- it judges me not, nor tells me that what I am thinking is right, wrong, just or unjust, almost as if it sympathizes with each changing, passing mood or notion that may strike me. * I will be satisfied with becoming lost within the howl of this wind so that I may sore freely, willing to maybe only briefly, belong where my spirit takes me.

Reviews

[Saddam]

It is beautifully write. I think you should make it in the stanzas, that will be good look fantastic poem.

[El Chico]

Cool poem thanks for sharing!

[Kate H]

You're most welcome and thank you as well for reading and reviewing 😊