Chirping birds
8 April 2016
When time comes
Back to the basics
The soul flocks
Remembrance
A tale of the pale gridlocks
That restricted Heart
What once was
Dissolved in nothing
Mere shadow
Of its might
With distance comes stronger sight
The age sets optics
Dioptric
Play on geometry
Focal point
Wavering
Youth but stubborn myopic
Prolonging blindness
Coarse regret
Now a grinning clown
Lips stretched pink
Heart goes down
Wandering with centipedes
No mind that impedes
Soothing air
Courses through my lungs
Wane threads stir
Clouds that sink
The knots in tips of the fir
As it battles skies
Hark now hear!
Through their constant cries
Chirping birds
Remind us
Of the roots that bore the tree
Taller than lifetimes
Reading of the poem:
The birds on my window sill and on the tree neighbouring my window:
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