A bird settled on my soul

A bird settled on my soul

I felt it's feathers brush up 

Against my shoulders

Tired from the world

My shoulders were, they 

felt it's touch disintegrate

As my low eyes exhumed

A hue so grey and 

white of truth, I heard

The frail faint rhythm of

Melody, that was it's feeble

Heart, it beat pounding

Shaken from its reality

As sickly weary it had

Plodded draw in and

Draw out, ceaselessly so

It beat of fulfillment

It beat of rest, that 

Was it's last, a final 

Bated breath, and in that

Moment of the Great Divide

The epiphany came forth

That bird, gracefully so 

Was the epitome of life

Clutching the tints of the

World from the sky

Toiling under the scorch

For a shield from this

Bitter world, perishing

Peacefully unbridled