The Avalanche

I do not wish the birds should fly away,

But sing all for all time:

For silence brings dark dreams,

I do not wish for evil.

 

Come seraph, bring the message:

But fetch natures wonder.

Her beauty praise in my mind:

Honour nobility: not hell.

 

Do not rebuff the cockcrow,

Or the dawn, instead admit birth:

Break not the day, hold back dusk,

For a friend is due.

 

I am eager to communicate:

I declare fellow travellers.

That the birds know.

Fluently: undeniably. …

 

Samuel’s, last will and testament.

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: