Don't just make rhymes Express what is inside Darkness or light Who could know But Time.
I heard of a man who could not cry And so got old, cursed Heaven and Hades for not feeling A tear turn dry.
It was said that once he died His spirit explored the Earth Its dirt and he wanted to be a bird To sing of his life that did not know pain.
So a bird he became and as he sang His tale was not subscribed by the skies O beware of gadflies in disguise Devastated he realized that he felt pain It felt great He fell to the plains into a swoon Later his eyes grew wide Metempsychosis of the mind The owl a reflection he saw from up high.
Deep in the forest In the dead of night, The breeze howls. "Hoo, hoo" echos through the trees. A low roar is heard after. Followed by another hoo. A call of love perhaps? How odd. The owl has fallen in love With a lion. How odd. The lion has fallen in love With an owl. Wisdom and courage. What a team That could destroy each other so easily. For desire runs deep In both set of bones. The odd pair, So off balance. Owl longs to fix it, Wise. Lion longs to give it to the breeze. Let it flow gently, So that it may fix itself. Lion knows of the potential danger. Lion does not run from a broken heart. Courageous. Owl Logical. Lion Idealist. Owl, impatient Longing for perfection. Lion, careless Longing for thrill. Perhaps they could learn a lot From each other. Maybe Not so odd at all.
. . . there's a path that could not have been can't be but shall be seen by wise eyes all seeing all knowing belonging to you yet not you in some form sideways 360 nonexistence up safe in a tree perched on the brink a vast ethereal forest nocturnal wide-eyed visionary