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Summer's Falcon
Time has spoken,
to the free bird that sings.
Untimely misfortune;
Prisoner to it's own mind.
Solely confined, to a slow solemn death.
oh how life could've been a dream.
...
Summer's falcon,
Left alone on the ground,
It's starlight pulse,
flickers in the wind;
Frozen to await
fate's hurricane called destiny.
Rose coloured queen of the sky,
Soul sealed shut with sickness.
forcefully embraces
underdeveloped wings.
and so;
Its maze world of wilderness,
it's first years of flight,
locked away, beneath
blurred sequined eyes.
Cross heart to heart,
till dusk grasps its hand.
sky bound heart sworn to secrecy.
Melody forever muted by confusion,
..to her life will only ever be a dream.
-For my grandmother.
I will never know who you truly are.
When i was 4...it was the first and last time i would ever meet my grandmother...with a healthy state of mind that is. She was beautiful...lived an extravagant life, loved people...Unfathomably generous, loved her children and she loved birds. She was a woman who had worked hard all her life..and was just beginning to enjoy life. I remember us sitting in the balcony at her house and laughing heartily and feeding the birds.
She didn't last anytime at all...as she succumbed to a series of strokes and now speaks in short inaudible phrases...Even though most say she's lost her mind. Every time you walk in her room and call her name...she'd smile at you...call you "love" and ask for a kiss.
Bless her heart.