You are the morning bird
Ascending into golden skies
Kissed with hints of blue and grey.
Silver waters serenade you with
Their rippling ambiance.
Overlooking the earth are the trees
Hovering your soft body immersing in
Their souls peak to the heavens
Abound with glory received from the
Golden light of heaven.
You ignite a fire within my soul
And burn my essence with your
I wallow down isolated stairways
In search of the gold your heart
Festers; however, all I find are
Your weakened tendencies consisting
Of your whisky breaths, floating into
My burning eyes from your vindictive
Vapors your ring through the air.
Trepid are the waters resounding in
Your soul to bleed out all holiness,
And overpower me with your wicked
Yet, you are the morning bird ascending
Up into the heavens with grace as you
Take flight in the roaring wind.
You blend in with horizons filling my
Soul with tenderness.
Soulful light cuts through your smoky
Mirrors dampened by the dragon’s
Reprieve, and the tides of emotion
Sail away through the rippling waves
Of your lake.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015