A tree top twig
Beneath the empty sky
I look among
The world’s connected strings
From a lofty view
That's twenty stories high
It’s here I see
The flutters filled with wings
This morning’s hush
As Hudson’s sparkle comes
Around it flows
With autumn’s remnant leaves
The pigeon sky
Above the man with crumbs
As they flock around
And eat his cake like thieves
His hands still move
But nothing now is heard
He made a pledge
With truth that sounds like lie
In a reckless heart
Accursed for constant word:
Where rabbits roam
The roots, though deep, will die
When darkness comes
It fills the space he seeks
In a moment’s time
As star-lit jewels shine
(In holy books
A thousand years will speak)
And he meets a sage
Beneath a moon-lit sign
But fate will lead
A pious man astray
And where he goes
There’s none to show the way
Copyright (c) 2017 by Frank Watson
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