before the days of yours <br />and mine <br />before the sun had ever shined <br />two winds blew strong <br />and swept the sky <br />two wings gave flight to <br />my demise <br />the soul of all creation shook <br />and spread my mother's seed <br />that took <br />the breath of all the stars <br />in space and carved into <br />the trees my face <br />to bear through rain and <br />cold my name and steal <br />the blood that I contain <br />so I may raise the hand <br />so true to witness empty <br />seas of blue these wings <br />that tear through every <br />dream then give me hope <br />through brilliant beams <br />they flap my every step <br />toward home than shred all <br />peace till again I roam <br />alone in every way to lack <br />yet these wings I bear <br />upon my back until like petals <br />they fall to earth and I give <br />back life I stole at birth<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bell-was-hung/
