soft the songs of winged gods first light
Tag: Elancharan
dawn
winter crows surround
the frail human
reflecting
and seeking
a day has passed
the approaching blackness skies part
dusk this newfound blankness of mind
after dark
sirens sound the end
of winter
winter never truly ends
in bed we watch the dance of light beams
cloud sea empty shells stare at the earth
between the old gods
and heaven
a dusty stairway
