larked

it is the poets that rattle the cage
that sing thru the fire silvered with rage
the poets;
with words for bones & blue sky for a heart
they light up the world as they fly upon larks
we travel thru time
on star-dust & coursers
with souls full of fire & songs about horses
veiled in complexities & mirth we do tell
of injustice
danger and
love's wishing well
so sing with a voice made golden by memory
ancient & telling, with a faint trace of rosemary
as earth's poets adorned in our tattered gossamer threads
we lean into winds blue-bitter & smooth
unfold our hearts
and await our true muse