Talon Song

Life never ceases to provide simple scenarios that never get old. Imagine a mere second of what is happening within 100 feet of you. More happens than we think.

Talon Song

By. Silvan

I cradle it firmly in my muscled mirage,

Felling mites that enclose my lodge,

Slaving the specks of intruders who snare,

My humble nothings, my forgotten nowhere.

The lights above scorn with mercy,

Dancing back the darkened emergency.

Beyond The Talon Song

Above the lights and wooden clouds,

Swollen deep in blanketed shrouds,

Lay faces,

Old and Young,

Coiled and Sprung,

Their thoughts underneath their thoughts.

Near The Talon Song.

And yet above the twisted wool,

Rising the stonework cruel,

Are the bats of the sky, the knights of the rye,

The bodiless blood that never had an I.

It strides down terracotta.

Over The Talon Song.

The Song sways from the billows of dow,

Jauntily pressing the bodies that bow.

Their thoughts are only but air,

Their thoughts echo in sandy soft sair,

Their thoughts are the Talon Song.

Caressed in suspension.

Sul fianco della montagna. 1453

Author's Note

Trying to go back into rhyming again. Thoughts?