Xvii Poem by Micheal A Wareing

In dusty a new bird sings a tune of grace.
While the forest creatures dance a playful jig,
Spirit rise by juniper.
Child learn, child grow, to you a blessed voyage home.
Though waves may crush the northern wind maybe slowed,
Passing fish create a road.
For sight maybe taken, at least the one you know.
Keep to the Comforter, the quiet guide.
Press in aspirations of dream unto daylight.
Thou sparkling flames to cook another's pot,
Unto smoken taste, (untaste) .
A ramblance thread, black blood spend of solemn ponder.
In this last passage casted a message shadowed.
The eagle soars winded breath.