Omen, amen By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Large black eyes like oil pools set in faces snow white...
Perched in twisted branches and silence, risen above the mist,
and the twilight has still not quite faded into night.
I've been dreaming of Owls in the trees,
I know, I can feel that they are not only there watching me...
So I seek the meaning while believing,
in listening to what speaks to us while we sleep-
even if only deriving the message from imagery,
I recognize the language, dreams are our subconscious synergy.
The delicate and intricate ornamentation silvery and fleeting,
They are this life's filigree.
©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors. Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem [ Control Panel ] [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ] [ Search ]
| |