Tranquility Lost ....Native American
I hear
The howl of a lonely sound
A voice
Gliding through the wind
A musical cry
Grasping
Holding me still
Silent
As the echo through the trees
Freezing my flesh upon my shadow
Envisioning
The senses
Of that crying wail upon my ears
Entering
The depths of my mind
Singing and reaching
My flowing streams
Inside my soul
Howling
Crying
Reaching
With that voice
Of
Existence
Caressing
With sharpness
Slicing into my statue
of
A hidden soul
Among the hills
And those needles of pines
The cry
Has set the path
As the hunter
Has become
The hunted
Listening
To the echo
Howling
Crying
Reaching
A species
Letting one know
Your tranquility
Is no more
By Art Sun
Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades
- Vote for this poem -
| Please Critique This Poem |
|
|
|
|
| artsun | 
|
|
|
