They gather in circles, flocks
out of heaven, rarely seen,
with black wings abounding
crowded in chatter rings,
eye to eye muted, locked
in stillness, ready
to kill, each word
which utters truth,

with clarity foretold

they roam fearless...

neglecting honor, brought them
to be, clustered close, calling
notes of opportunity
a raising song, despair and want,
a hymn to call their own,
will it be enough, make fate
turn away, from death's embrace

each stroke, with measure,
sensitivity unfolds, breathless
innocence unseen, within
parting lips, sound
each lick of foam
against smoldering skin

a sentence made, in song,
a mold creates, to hold
tempered longing and will,
drops of fire, yield
their passion

with essence - ablaze



Her wings, a furnace
curled, entwined
beauty explodes
in ferocity's grace
a rainbow of colors,
sculpt, jubilant
her flight
each stride and swoop
claims freedom