By the Sorrows of a Mockingbird
Lies the sparrows as of Buckingham
beneath the cloud of Rage
reside the sage of the ages
rumaging through those things
that are present and unseable
those that are clear as darkness
untouchable as day-ness
this is more than as a tale of sadness
This tale dips into
ponderings and pursuits,
pride anchored on a ride
away from the tides.
It is a singular road
the sage must lead,
lending to the depth of the great ledge
of the know.
This is where the sage looses
his mortality and recovers
his immortality,
Grabs his faith and finds his truth,
it is the discovery of himself
And with all these comes
Wisdom and sadness; part of the lot
and if rightly, joy and peace.
ask yourself then, tell me
Comments
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Fantastic. Thanks for sharing. I really like this a lot. I love how you use the word "sage". That word isn't used as much anymore. I love these lines:
This is where the sage looses
his mortality and recovers
his immortality,
Those really pull at me because of the dream I had a couple nights ago.
Again, thanks for sharing. This is very, very good!
S
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I love the manner in which you wrote this! I applaud you!
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