Woven Hand
Iron Feather
I must miss youUnder the ashen skyAnd out from among themYou and youThose who spin as glassOn this iron shipInto their own hands castOh it is this sad newsThat has traveled so fastAll these tearsGather togetherDown your cheekYour neck and feathersAll these tearsLetter by letterThey must be foundWhile still dayAs dead men doDo not find their wayBeneath the cedarsThe cedars of Lebanon theyAll these tearsGather togetherDown your cheekYour neck and feathersAll these tearsFeather fell a voiceA calling answer thereTo the hearing soulThe soul in the hollow square
From Letras Mania