tonight the rain is killing the stone
coming in tides that level and wash
bearing the earth out to its aphelion
tonight the moon is shining too pale
failing to harmonize with the sound of static
falling to lights flashing in mortal rhythm
tonight we are singing the song of sparrows
screaming just quiet enough to be heard
writing love poems to our dead brothers
and tonight we are moving mountains
with the faith that rolls in droplets down our backs
and the prayers we send to the skies
in wordless waves of unfathomable sound
2 comments:
i think this is clever. and though it might not be clever for the reasons i think it's clever, i'm sure it's still clever.
dear riles, another poem, plz?
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