Search This Blog

Tuesday, March 12, 2019


Your soft voice singing
Dirge of grief, and solar fire
I hear it burning

Sorrow in winter
The whisper of murder drifts
Daedalus grieving

Bright wings. dripping wax
Useless as toys…Icarus
Plunging to the sea

Yearning for glory
Falling like the stars, beyond
The dark horizon

There is no justice
For the fallen son, victim
Burnt like a candle

No comments:

Post a Comment

I am very interested in your commentary, please respond to anything that interests you.