Skeleton Songbird

The summer is sleeping

I can hear the cold creeping in

Tree's bearing lanterns

Red and Orange

Tamed Yellow

Sagging golden, aged with rust

I can hear the withering touch

Oh! You mustn't fear the passing of light

A new season breed's life

The familiar call of a last breath uttered

From a drooping chest

Paired with rheumy eyes

Doesn't signal motion stopped

But it is moving on,

Past the horizon

Which, we can't seem to find

With these willfully inherited

Jaded Eyes

It's moving along

Like silver hounds on the track

Rushing through cityscape

Swallowing up the fields and riverbanks

All in the same gluttonous gulp

Oh! How the same tongue can taste so many flavors!

Oh! How the same eyes can see so many sights!

Yet, we have not learned to love all the notes

Played by traveling hands

Oh! You mustn't fear the passing of light

It has only moved on to some new dawn

You can find it with the right mind

You can be the traveling hands

Molding new dawn thoughts

Onto old, sagging moons

You can make them love

All the notes of the skeleton songbird

- Kyle