The Sun Bird
The man approached,
With a question:
"Tell me, stranger,
The road beyond this town
That goes, deep down
Is it near the nest
Of the bird of bold
Clothed with feathers of sunset's gold?
With wings of fire?
That rests on the church's spire?"
"No, dear sir,"
The old man replied.
"It lives in a nest of clouds
Above the sounds
Of the world of earth.
It only does stir
When the shadow of the great fir
Reaches the yonder
Cliffs, where you ponder.
In times when you know
Great wisdom, will it show."
"Many thanks,"
The traveler answered.
"Is the great fir near the banks
Of the river, Mouri?"
"Yes," the stranger answered
"Where the Battle for Glory
Took place, many years ago
A breeze shall blow
Bringing the cries of battle"
"May good fortune be yours,"
Said the weary traveler.
And he left, for the shores
Of the river, Mouri.
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Probably one of my best pieces of poetry, aside from the "dark" one. Written in '04, I think.
Critiques, reviews and comments welcomed!
~Ink/Sumi
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