The Crow on the Golden Cross
A short Poem inspired by my garden view
Today I shall be hollow
I sit and search tomorrow
Until the last horizon green
Flashes in a morning scene
Empty can be fullest life
When the gust has turned the tide
Voices heard throughout the storm
My song in wind is carried forth
Crow look from your golden cross
A perch of metal, why not moss?
« Comfort is not what we seek
Our souls are meant to break and bleed !»
Fly from earth to heavens gold
One day we will loose our hold
« Black wings are forsaken here
Come, let’s hide away from fear! »
In their selfish human way
They could not hear the angels say
How god did once do a wrong
With the creation of his son
Confidence will grow their greed
And all that’s left, is withered seed
Water not this heavens flower
All it wants is garish power
Crow look from your golden cross
A perch of metal, why not moss?
« Gold will catch a humans eye
They’d never find me otherwise !»
Fly and go beyond their world
Where all they offer us is hurt
« I will stay, watch from above
Up here there is nor pain nor love! »
About the Creator
竜鶴
Just a lonely person who writes out feelings, thoughts and dreams to get them out. Could talking ever suffice for a poetic mind?
Maybe others find themselves in similar thoughts. To you I reach out.
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