From The Womb Of Fire, A Dragon In Solace With Such Sympathies (24) Poem by Captain Cur

Bursting forth, the winged majesty of sound,
Imploring notes, traveling sweet and long,
Soft words of hope shared by tongues unbound,
When faith is known the love of truth is strong
And carried far by voices uplifting arms in song.
Stretching miles, scattering with the gusts
Reaching oppressed blood soaked in barren ground
And the heaps of ash comprised of sacred dust
Blown across the greening earth robed in pious trust.

Nations! hear their song, arise and waken!
Shake off the trance and retake the vaulted hill;
Foundations of slavery have been shaken
Especial love strengthens struggling will
That the swoon of ages must adequately fill.
Together unrestrained, as one body stand,
Linked by courageous heart, steadfast and still,
Waiting below, freedom's vast untamed land
Eager to share its wealth with each industrious hand.

Gorgeous summer nights communing with hope
Lathered in colors, streaking reds and grays
Overrunning blue, yield the stars true scope
In oceans of sky laced by peaceful bays
Anchored in nocturnal bliss surrounded by black waves.
Its sheer massiveness takes away one's breath,
Lending itself incomprehensible;
Contemplating beauty through its own excess
In exponential flow dwarfing everything else.

These ideas took form and with his spirit fought
In the realm of such possibilities
As a dragon might ease into heartfelt thought
Or enjoy in solace such sympathies
Outspread before him, beneath warm vaporous skies.
So, heavily invested in the starry light,
With the briefest hesitancy made reply
As a stream of fire issued forth, where it might,
And lit the deep darkness and broke the pensive night.