Remembering
I'm posting here a poem I wrote 9-12-2001. May the love that life intends prevail for ALL people...
Eagles Weep
Eagles weep the dust of fury
Glory hangs in a breeze filled sky
Trumpets howl forth silence
Sightless eyes gaze on dust and bone
Paradox rains upon sweltering souls
Discordant melodies find no harmonic tone
Dreams of romantic horror in daylight come
Sleeping giants slumber on
Restrained talons long to tear
Flesh and bone.
Retribution wails
Bridled shouts from viper lips
Broken tongues speechless, still
This chaos, grief born questions
Here lies the doubt, fear, taking root
Anger and pain beget rage
Tearing the shroud, death.
Then, blasting through heart's cage
Cries, screams and eternal rage
Why! Demands our soul
Why?
Defiant voices entreat
Into this realm of despair
Touching sinew of exposed care
Lifting corpse-like remains
Our Hope stands, lifted hands
In a speechless voice the whisper comes
Gentle words rock our perilous stance
Words carefully spoken, deeply heard
Faith, Hope, Love the specter calls
Glorious birds might find their songs
Heavy banners be lifted by the gentlest of breeze
The clarion call of brass resound, proclaim
Life has come and will remain
September 12, 2001
-Theo
I'm posting here a poem I wrote 9-12-2001. May the love that life intends prevail for ALL people...
Eagles Weep
Eagles weep the dust of fury
Glory hangs in a breeze filled sky
Trumpets howl forth silence
Sightless eyes gaze on dust and bone
Paradox rains upon sweltering souls
Discordant melodies find no harmonic tone
Dreams of romantic horror in daylight come
Sleeping giants slumber on
Restrained talons long to tear
Flesh and bone.
Retribution wails
Bridled shouts from viper lips
Broken tongues speechless, still
This chaos, grief born questions
Here lies the doubt, fear, taking root
Anger and pain beget rage
Tearing the shroud, death.
Then, blasting through heart's cage
Cries, screams and eternal rage
Why! Demands our soul
Why?
Defiant voices entreat
Into this realm of despair
Touching sinew of exposed care
Lifting corpse-like remains
Our Hope stands, lifted hands
In a speechless voice the whisper comes
Gentle words rock our perilous stance
Words carefully spoken, deeply heard
Faith, Hope, Love the specter calls
Glorious birds might find their songs
Heavy banners be lifted by the gentlest of breeze
The clarion call of brass resound, proclaim
Life has come and will remain
September 12, 2001
-Theo
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