Fly Bird
Fly bird.
Bring words from the five mountains,
if truly there are,
that fix the world on a float.
Fly bird.
Rest and perch on the shoulder
of one who holds the beacon
that lights the world.
For dark hovers.
Fly bird.
Nest on the palm
that thrusts the orb
round the void.
The pace lowers still.
Fly bird.
Sing to the ears
of him who hears
the cries of a teary eyes.
Souls are laden.
Fly bird.
Drop at his feet,
One, whose breath
the world draws its rest,
the truce for peace
We pr'y thee.
Fly bird.
Bring hope from your traverse
A twig of peace
the world prefers.
All of ours we cut in pieces.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2022
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