Photo courtesy of Alan Marshall

Photo courtesy of Alan Marshall

I live here in the valley
Where the crows congregate
Searching for the feeling
Or a soul that they can take
This murder is a rally
They come in search of healing
An honest trust they’re fighting
Making love to the lightning

I’m the general in an army
Fighting wars within myself
Questioning the answers
Hiding bottles from the shelf
My emotions are tsunami
Entrapped by Kara dancers
Swimming on the verge of truth
In my sons fountain of youth

My cut throat’s gone all rusty
Can’t find a rope to hold my weight
My heart’s still slowly waking
Reduced to living for my fate
My eyes still sore and dusty
At times my hands start shaking
True poets don’t stop crying
Or fantasise of dying

I dance with the spirits
In the shadows of my dreams
Singing all the stories of old
Worshiping the screams
The question is the secret
Not the answer that’s been sold
You’re free child to come and go
Set sail and let the wind blow
© Leroy Wilson

About Stayne

Welcome to my page and thank you so much for stopping by. I feel honoured to share some of your precious time. These are just a collection of thoughts that have popped into my head and I have managed to store here. I am hoping that one day I will find the time and inspiration to return to these thoughts to edit and craft poems out of them...ah maybe one day.
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