press

I have no voice or song
to reflect the hand of the wind
across the bird of flight

I have no skill or craft
to tell the walk of a man
upon the hills of hunger

I have no eye or taste
to comprehend the whisper
of the water in this earth

and yet I feel the crush
of it all on my heart
to fall to cry to quake

a call I cannot answer

4 comments:

Skip said...

Oh you romantic you. Very cool. Took me a second to get it... At least I think I get it. Carry on!

AedonTor said...

Hmm, it's pretty much the same as normal. Me sitting down for 5 minutes and whining about my favorite whining subject.

Skip said...

You changed the title? For why?

AedonTor said...

The world may never know...