Once I came upon a nest
In a thicket of the forest.
‘Twas combed beneath my feet,
This basket of twigs and pines,
And all that sought fortitude
Would come hither to retire.
I know that thou art my brothers
And with thou we shall succeed life
And prance into eternity,
Where God interminable awaits us all
With His sturdy hand
And His sweet song of elder fortune,
A rekindling of spirits feathered and phallic alike.
Upon the dawn of dusk we frolic,
A flock knits throughout the willows,
A cacophony of swallows,
An island of misfit toys,
Former nests tumbled from taller trees,
Our home and heart now one in the same.
The woods, a collection of smells,
Morning dew and subtle spruce,
How it lingers on our bills.
And the nest,
Oh, the richest scent of all,
Befitting, where we’d reside,
Hark; the rising tide!
Sniffing, us, a sole assemblage.
When once the nest was weak,
It garnered strength.
Growing, a raucous collection of
Claustrophobia and condemnation.
The wild’s harrowing howl
Becomes a dignified bark.
Yet all in turn were affected,
Between the twigs
And the sticks and pines.
And phosphorescent beasts of midnight
Boasted a less than magnificent hue.
And though the wild
Still beckons us so,
The honey scent of twilight
Bears a blinking bitter odor,
An unbearable bouquet of decay,
Though the timber had further tricks in store…
Once upon a spider web of a cloudy night
Did the moon seem to vanish
In a haze of cottony madness.
Hope became stagnant, dwindling.
Searching fruitlessly, indefinitely…
We were lost.
The learned will say that light is ubiquitous,
Permeable, the nest absent of splinter…
Upon that night
We were blindfolded,
The world masked in a veil of mystery
And yet still we sought shelter…
Sending for a cellar door,
A due response to our grievance
In an unmistakable aura
Of a shroud of due diligence;
The light, it peaked through the cracks
And striped our porcelain skin,
Whitewashed yet fair.
Clouds, always stirring,
Did tuck the moon away, bleary
In a cavernous splendor, perpetually purring.
Yet time rises over the slain,
And hope trickles down
To maneuver our moon
To light our labyrinth
To our nest once again.