Children of the Suns
9 May 2016
You twist turn
Your body’s language
Suppressed fire
The desire
To outrun fate’s marks dire
Palms’ consequences
Unwritten
Outcome of the Heart
Creation
Out of Blue
A pathway to elation
Stemming from the soul
You are mine
She claims her deathright
Hooded frames
Playing games
Between sparks of life and death
Unmuted the breath
Rasping voice
In countdown begins
The numbers
Coded thoughts
Series of forget me nots
Strewn through faded shapes
Explosion
Of coloured landscapes
The visions
Cascading
Heightened hues that the brush scrapes
From our life’s palettes
Invention
Within play of mind
The grey hounds
They wait dull
Minds where creation abounds
Canvas for their show
Time has come
Thinkers will create
Fearless roads
Carved in hills
Where the soul soars limitless
Before we need gills
We will swim
In deepest oceans
Blue memories
Misplacing
Every second of racing
Towards sunny skies
We shall fly
Birds of paradise
Hearts flowing
With the warmth
Of bright air infused in us
Children of the Suns
Reading of the poem:
Always Mine – Thomas Bergersen
The Dance of Colours /Fearless – Thomas Bergersen
Children of the Sun – Thomas Bergersen
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