Cry For Wind

Cry For Wind

Fly so fast, cry for wind,
     carry me between your wings.
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned:
     blood of beggars, blood of kings.

Lost forever, never found...
Roar your cry across the land
     where the road once walked and wound,
     stranded in mountains of sand.

Clamp your claws around my waist
     ‘till my harness groans and falls.
You will hold my torso raised.
You, impenetrable wall.

No giant strong enough to win
     or to grab us from the sky;
     no demon vile, no sinner's skin;
     no one preventing us to fly.

Fly my Harpy, take our dreams,
     kill the bad, the hurt, the sad.
Cherish fragile shining beams,
     screech seductively and glad

Fly so fast, cry for wind,
     carry me, my love, your wings.
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned,
     you and I are blood of kings

***

March 23, 2017 

Copyright © Darren White