Whispers of a Dream Yet Untold

The wayward singer of old,
Carrying musings upon his breath.
Whispers of a dream yet untold,
A light advances, the bane of death.

We burn to find our frivolous yields,
End-time wishes through where our pain lingers.
As crying bastions fill cornucopia fields,
Fire and water pull at these fingers.

An earthen mistral, a hurricane upon strings,
Find the wind tunnels of my mind.
I kneel in mourning for unnoticed things,
These roots I see, deeply do they bind.

© Sayer Teller

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