A bird stopped-
Mid-air, died, and dropped
With no brave heart to catch it.
While the thunder rolled
And crashed and broke
And lit the grey-green scene;
As time and sky fell as one
To split sweet sanity.
Where once I sought ambition,
I now seek only bone:
Aged fine with wine volition
And cracked and ground with stone.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
A bird stopped-
Mid-air, died, and dropped
With no brave heart to catch it.
While the thunder rolled
And crashed and broke
And lit the grey-green scene;
As time and sky fell as one
To split sweet sanity.
Where once I sought ambition,
I now seek only bone:
Aged fine with wine volition
And cracked and ground with stone.