Sounds borne by the wind
clamors heard afar
Does the need say the want learning of the other?
Else the flights, high in the azure, blind those below
fluttering along the walk bending to the sway
leaning against the forces,
will they outlast the sands of time
together , near yet afar
taking breath and never letting go
till the frost of the sheen dissipates
where are the cries, those
stilled by the dark mosaic of our minds.
Whilst thee stay a while and sup at the banquet?
crimson flows ~ life begins
the hare hides then turns.
We shall Be One
cries the tiger into the Night