After my first death

After my first death
I escaped my body into the air
The skies were blue the sun shone
And poppies grew in the meadow there

Then the great storm blew up
And filled the sky with confusion
And I was lost in the stormclouds roar
Separated from my bodies cohesion

Then one day while keeping my balance
The sun tore a rift through the rain
Then I saw a small green village
And the skies were clear once again

I circle like a bird from far over the sea
With a beating heart, I have learned to be free

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012