Alone

Tired mind and ancient hart 

collide in a field of ghosting souls

glimmering sky peaks through drowsy tufts

captivating a broken thing

     a little shadow wanders in the night 

gathering peaces of armor

worn by time 

             a meager defense

       sky sees fire 

at the core of shadow

           watching

shadows gaze

guided by yearning

  sky weeps 

knowing

    only birds can fly

Picture from timitude.com