2018 04 23
The man who falls from the lightning-struck tower
spreads wide wings of hope to soar on the wind
but Death drags him down from the empty sky
and throws the haughty king in deep abyss.
The tight anxiety clenching his chest
binds beating heart tight with lost angel wings,
urging him forward through maze of illusions
where people wear masks to protect their souls.
The black rain clouds in the sky hear his cry
for help and drench him in tears of their love,
and the wind blows down from the burning moon
to push him far over bleak rock-strewn heath.
He leads his wife and children through the storm,
trudging together while holding hands tight
as they push forward to the mountain cave
where they huddle in darkness of despair.
Sharp gleam of light strikes through gray swirling clouds
and stabs the stone of his heart with weird glow
to flash his heart to flutter on sea waves
where birds flap wings and run on sparkling sand.
Nudging the bodies of his wife and children,
the fallen king kisses each face with tears
but none of them wake in the morning dawn
except the youngest girl with silver eyes.
Reaching her small hand from shadow of death,
the little girl caresses his wet cheek,
so they hold hands and walk from the dark cave
to stand on the beach in gold morning light.
Together they walk on the sparkling beach,
smiling at how their feet sink in soft sand,
then laugh when bright waves swirl around their legs
as they collect bird eggs with smooth blue shells.
Collecting dry wood, he strikes two flint stones
which sparks hot flames dancing in gentle breeze,
and they roast eggs sizzling on the flat stone,
then eat them with strawberries and acorns.
Sitting together on the ocean shore,
the fallen king and his silver-eyed daughter
watch white clouds flash as they form shapes of things
and sing with the music of wind and waves.