Hearing Good News; For The Birds...?

david-hilburn Poems

Roses, we never... Stations of man... Seasons of women, lover... The promise of cares to know elan... The personality of curiosity The passion of consciences need, me Actual live and lets live, is patience's heed? The voice of causes in love with the sea... Prepare a friend for a choice, in silence In a careful our, the times to share a challenge That lowly, is a seldom seen force, that comes to ends Like us, but in the portion of beauty, is a stone to many... Finish your daydream with a salt... Majority's and meager kind, waits with a palpable goal Prevailing upon a coping house, we conceive of liberty's all As a welfare of stigmata, like a child of quiet to fulfil strength's, of old... Archaic sensibility's, the role of service To an ideal, adding wishes, of privilege to step forward Thirst and communion of hunger, has become a beauty's sigh With but a kindred to assume a whole chance, of a needy star? Resolute, lovers remind, the sincerity of ambience Is like the back of the land, a halo of voice to share, the new And then, the silence of composure broken, with a stare to bless The rosey attitude of health, that worships a pace of peace to come soon Fed with liberty, and the tooth of summation A body will know the lingering shadow of timidity Shall, tows of waiting powers, the keep of intuition... Is my fury at secrecy owed, or is my cause a saving identity?