Or By Dreams

A Poem By Hannah W. // 7/10/2009

Smoothly, upon the wings of night eagles,
it rises,
and swiftly is carried aloft by the wind

white as stars,
it flutters
before being caught again
then, floating,
before the grey of a new dawn
the wind slows, then is gone
the eagles have vanished, for now

the moon is watching
pale, and marked,
just as this is,
this thing that gently brushes against wet grass
in front of your house

You come out in the morning,
the sun is yawning,
that early
there it is,
crumpled, and scrawled upon
paper

A letter,
from me
to you,

my long lost friend

my words will ever find you,
no matter where we are,
by the night eagles' wings,
or by the afternoon shadows,
or by dreams.

Comments

This was fantastic (as

This was fantastic (as always!). My favorite part was:

"A letter,
from me
to you,

my long lost friend

my words will ever find you,
no matter where we are,
by the night eagles' wings,
or by the afternoon shadows,
or by dreams."

Erin | Sun, 07/12/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

wow

that was awesome, Hannah. I like this and your other poem, electric-blue crysanthemums. very creative. thank you!!

ben

Anonymous | Mon, 07/13/2009

Pretty!!

so pretty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

love Bernadette  

*************

" 'Nuts' is strictly negitive," 'Battleground'

Bernadette | Wed, 07/15/2009

Navigation

User login

Please read this before creating a new account.