Birds of Prey

We are the flight-birds, wheeling our cries
over a stark and barren world.
We have wings of steel and eyes of pale
moonlight, and we hunt in the noon-time
for chariots and herons, not having
slept during the night for fear
that our dreams would come and haunt
us during the day.

After we hunt, we sleep amongst
a pile of stones, sapphire, basalt,
concrete, and ruby, and we see the world
as it always was, but could never be dreamt.

4 comments
raccaldin36
raccaldin36

Off-topic. I friended you, and I forgot that I need to give fair warning about this kind of thing. My journal has a heightened level of publicity, and thus anyone on my friends page is more likely to be discovered simply by association. If you have a problem with this, inform me and I'll unfriend and stick you on an RSS feed instead.

Diaskeaus
Diaskeaus

Hey, no problem. The more the merrier. Thanks for telling me, though... I appreciate the warning.

blzblack
blzblack

I like the opening line quite a bit. You've got talent. Do you ever submit your work?

Diaskeaus
Diaskeaus

That's quite kind of you... and no, I haven't. Not yet anyways. I've thought about it a lot, but I'm pretty picky when it comes to what I submit... very high threshold for quality.