Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
2d
Where does the bird hold up the sky?
Where time tells wisdom to the sun.
Where mystic songs strike off the clouds---
With obscure varied cryptic sounds.
Here a winged celestial voice sings.
The watchers' vigil there begins.
While echoed color and feathered mysteries found.
With a wisp they disappear.
The watcher is the volunteer.
A challenge fair remains the game,
forever novice made again.
Within this temporal realm of glory.
Below the sky held high and bright.
This novel fate befalls each flight.

P. Suess
Written by
P Suess  M/Illinois
(M/Illinois)   
19
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems