Across the valley a bird it soars <br />A blast is heard that starts a war <br />Riding on their mounts of steel <br />Swords are drawn marked death and kill <br /> <br />And in the night <br />The birds they sigh <br />And from their eyes <br />Momas they cry <br /> <br />Look there way up high <br />It is man, he can fly <br />With fingertips made of fire <br />Across the sky he sheds his power <br /> <br />And the night <br />Lights up bright <br />And from his eyes <br />Souls they die <br /> <br />For days the war it rages on <br />Till the last unsheathed sword is gone <br />And across the battlefield lay still <br />Those who fought, no longer live <br /> <br />And in the night <br />The birds again they fly <br />And still from their eyes <br />Momas they cry <br /> <br />From the aftermath of war <br />For not what is but what we are <br />Still lay still the beating hearts <br />One soaring bird in the dark. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright 2007 Bill Simmons <br />AKA BillWilliamStar@aol.com <br /> <br />author: When Cannons Fire & The Kingdom<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soaring-bird/
