i have a broken wing,
i cannot fly
i cry at night
but this i can defeat,
all i want is to fly high
and never touch my feet.
-I.G.
3.08.2020
I close my eyes and all i see is
plums and hunter greens
from the trees
i smell wood
birds sing
lighter shade of gray
as your shadow
softly touches sunlight
a sign of
purity and love.
lower your weapons
hold your tongues
your hate turns into dust
your love rises with us
prosperity
abundance
no lust
smell of your musk.
the long train
from her plum dress
rest below the guests
he grabs a sword
they pray to Lord
blessing holy grounds
to a love once bound
steps of a stallion
crush dead leaves
slowly marching from a soul
once set free
musical whispers
blow a dandelion in the air
she reaches for a sword
doesn’t say a word
slices her dress free
for all eternity.
