To Pursue A Mocking Bird

 

It was in that moment of pursuit that I realized miracles can happen.

Frame-outlands back woods where justice lingers looking for a friend. 

Season-Eyeing the birds waiting for a moment to fly. 

Outback-wilderness speaks and dust picks up in a fury blowing outward onto the grassy knoll.

Flames-Passion has no place among the strong. Energy as no desire for the rich. 

Piles-leaps in the womb until it quivers into the soul for birth. What am I?

Opera-tones that speak in the night until it rings into a message of truth.

Booths-Keep quit the thoughts of many but savor the intrigue. 

Solids-rock hard ambition nestled in with delight.

Plain Jane-Dusty old warlords who can’t get their attitude right.

Peaks-It wasn’t until pleasure kept its word that I took a moment to puke.

Destiny-Fire and Ice. Water and Air. Earth and Breath. Soul and Spirit. 

Wheel-Two steps closer to a dream deferred.

Pain-A substance necessary for growth. Weeds.

Love-Guides in the moonlight. Flickers out into eternity until it stops.

Air-Breathe

Death-Breeds you for rebirth then shoots you out like a dream.

Tolerance-Backsplash

Fire-cleansing marks that wave for clarity.

Source: Pursue

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