The night becomes a visual silence.
Air blowing but no whistle.
I can see -
The limbs on the tree moving.
But no sound of brustling leaves.
In the distance I hear it.
Like the flight of a spirit.
I follow -
The sound remains grounded
In a remote tree rounded and hollow
The wings spread through the air
Like a child consuming the womb.
I listen -
Predicting a sudden movement
To ruin this moment. Reminiscent
Of every beautiful thing
Thats been taken away.
I sigh -
But I return for the glory
Of this untold story of flight.
This creature has no features,
No height or no weight.
Just sound. -
But I imagine it's radiance
Could demolish hate in a single bound.
As the wind makes way
For the feathered arms to wave.
I flush -
All the pain from my soul
And rememeber, life isn't in a rush.
Air blowing but no whistle.
I can see -
The limbs on the tree moving.
But no sound of brustling leaves.
In the distance I hear it.
Like the flight of a spirit.
I follow -
The sound remains grounded
In a remote tree rounded and hollow
The wings spread through the air
Like a child consuming the womb.
I listen -
Predicting a sudden movement
To ruin this moment. Reminiscent
Of every beautiful thing
Thats been taken away.
I sigh -
But I return for the glory
Of this untold story of flight.
This creature has no features,
No height or no weight.
Just sound. -
But I imagine it's radiance
Could demolish hate in a single bound.
As the wind makes way
For the feathered arms to wave.
I flush -
All the pain from my soul
And rememeber, life isn't in a rush.
Now I've said it b4 & I still stand by it... Your poetry Josh Is amazing.. I luVv your style of writing, I like your messages.. I luVv tha feel of your work - & This aint nothang new! I felt it & I completely dug it!