SCREAMS (from my Fatherland)

...of nightingales and skylarks...

...of screams...

I am a whistle,
Borne aloft,
A neighbor to the dews,
Beautiful and soft.
I am a melody,
Flowing with the waves,
Glowing like crystals,
Chirping notes I'm not to save.

Hush...

Listen to the change of the tide,
Emerging from beneath,
The tragic melody of mourning,
Drifting skyward; tune soft.
A boy,
Glowing amidst a dell of stars,
Becomes a man,
Nursing tears in deprivation.

Betrayal...

A stink unperceived,
Crowned with disgust,
On a throne of deceit,
Beguiling screams,
Cries,
Shouts,
Noises,
After the model of pains.

Of nights-in-gale and sky-lacks...

We are a wailful choir,
Singers of mournful music,
Roaming in storms,
Chirping ugly songs,
Of screams,
Flying without wings,
To land without legs.
We are fallen crests...

We are strange screams.

#El_Magnifico™