incantation Posted February 2 Share Posted February 2 Are the falcons dreams Numbered, the Falconer counts His flights and tears For a missing bird. Prayer by proxy On wings and flight Between moons. Fire in middle Of two mirrors translating Light to illuminate Tattooed winds for Young eyes, narrating Dreams of sleeping flames. Painted faces on A ceiling without names. Whispering echoes Of history. Tradition as Remote as words On lightning. A falcon hovers Between two watchtowers, A father counts dreams until His final flight, son is Absorbed by technology's Light. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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