Wisdom Poem by Umme Shahzayb

On the paths of fathom
Walks....barefooted Wisdom
Pale, athirst...in burgandy autumn
Grey...as the winter day
Dragging along, myriad stories
Of anguish and glories
To seek the panacean words
Freedom of caged birds
For intricately defiant
And detangling, entanglement
Carves gems, from stones
Sipping venoms off earthen and golden spoons
And pours nectars and elixirs in gallons
To fill...emptiness of whim
To the brim
The aged face of youthful
No mirror shows
As the elderly one...within
Silently grows
Then tormented...tired
Gulps photonic showers
The luminous messengers
Traversing light years
Descending down the dark skies
To heal the one they call....the wise