Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Her intentions had been to come along on this summer day, when the breezes were strong, to see how formidable the cloud wyrms had been lately. Eternally drawn towards animals, creatures, flora, fauna, of any shape and size, it was certainly another tenacious aspect when they’d been charges of her own – released back into the wild, ready and eager to fend for themselves. With one hand shielding her eyes from the sun, her head tipped back, gazing towards the bright, illustrious sky – no stars to be had, unlike in the pinnacles and arches of the Celestine.
She squinted before finding them amongst and amidst puffy endeavors; streaks of ivory, the length of their bodies contorting and coiling, unraveling in motions of wonder and awe. “There you are,” Lena whispered to herself, taking the notebook out of her customary basket, jotting down a few notes as she watched and observed.
But then there were more distracting pinnacles up ahead, shouts, volleys, and it had alerted the wyrms too, their bodies immediately coaxed towards the noise. Her stare only caught glimmers of blue, and a stranger laden among them, laughing, the nuances echoing and bounding off the rocks.
She couldn’t help herself from yelling ahead, hands cupped around her mouth so it had more of a range. “Oh, please be careful!” The bridges always made her nervous; especially when they started swaying in the wind. She counted on her own bravery and pluck to march onward, towards azure streaks and younger ladies, waving cheerfully despite the warning.
She squinted before finding them amongst and amidst puffy endeavors; streaks of ivory, the length of their bodies contorting and coiling, unraveling in motions of wonder and awe. “There you are,” Lena whispered to herself, taking the notebook out of her customary basket, jotting down a few notes as she watched and observed.
But then there were more distracting pinnacles up ahead, shouts, volleys, and it had alerted the wyrms too, their bodies immediately coaxed towards the noise. Her stare only caught glimmers of blue, and a stranger laden among them, laughing, the nuances echoing and bounding off the rocks.
She couldn’t help herself from yelling ahead, hands cupped around her mouth so it had more of a range. “Oh, please be careful!” The bridges always made her nervous; especially when they started swaying in the wind. She counted on her own bravery and pluck to march onward, towards azure streaks and younger ladies, waving cheerfully despite the warning.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
