They will come. <br />Lovelorn and dusty brained – <br />their feathers bent, <br />their eyes wide… <br />carried forth in the arms <br />of a inescapable melody; <br />wanting so to fly. <br /> <br />They will come <br />quivering and quiet - <br />like moths to a flame, <br />drawn by the light, <br />warmed by the same. <br />One by one <br />falling to the earth <br />before him; <br />exigent and <br />in awe. <br /> <br />Yes… <br />when he calls them- <br />they will come <br />bearing the burden <br />of tomorrow’s memories, <br />never to be the same. <br /> <br />And there, <br />with the lot of them <br />- forever - <br />he shall remain.<br /><br />Christine Austin Cole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/veridicality/
