The Lesson

Posted on Aug 20, 2014 | Comments Off on The Lesson

I walk where embers hiss and sigh
I hear the voices call of theft
I see the bird rise in the sky

Crimson roses lean and guide
weave the thorny warp and weft
I see the bird rise in the sky

There is a dance to learn and I
dream of masks which hang bereft
I walk where embers hiss and sigh

Morning sings its swift goodbye
doubts wind back to lands I left
I see the bird rise in the sky

Where sunsets end and searchers cry
Above the stone-filled river bed
I walk where embers hiss and sigh
I see the bird rise in the sky

 

Renée