Stray Bird

Related are those windows,
Like each would harbour a star,
Not a student yet, just a star,
Then the Sun would glide round,
Like the jesters around - subtle noise.
Heh, sounds are silent lest noise come,
Though this was no system, no galaxy,
I bring you to the beginnings whereof:

Everyday was a struggle for most,
Name one who struggles yet walks still,
Yet still walks was one fellow, brushing off;
Every hour seemed a torment, a minute more;
A second itches an arm, then fades by and again,
Soothe then still; smothered and fraught. Still,
A mind would race, a kiss would bite;
What started as mother's predicament erewhile
Now becomes her son's saviour meanwhile.

Whether it was Milton or Algebra,
Whether it was the Opium Wars or Faith,
None would reach his ear, no source:
Not even a reading, none so focal.

Fingers would self-pick.
Well? Aren't you going?
There a voice be heard.
Rise, and then you leave.

Each flight of stairs boundless,
Then the cool air strikes on ground,
The entrance parts an exit,
There he goes yond the gates,
Just a moment longer to privacy.

Meanwhile a teacher reads the news,
These are troubled times, he thought;
A sigh then a head drooping arcs,
When caught his gaze was his favourite:
"What's he doing?" he thought, pity, pity.
Like the drops of water dispersing, did steps.

When they enjoined on that mid afternoon,
The world would collapse asunder,
With each cheek pale with snow as light,
Then each word trembled like the thunder,
Whilst the snow blessed the pair with flaky gaze,
With much at hand, and the object in his hand,
With no reaction brought, this pedagogy asked:
"Need a hand?"
An eye grown cold; the other so soft,
Each thought conflicted and warred another,
When conscience spoke, this student replied:
"Just this one. I'm fine."

At whose nest we fathom brought new eggs,
A mother tending to such darling newborn,
Spoilt with life, creased with fate,
Then the breezes overtook them, so take flight;
The mountains eyed; the hills were dyed in gold,
These were the sights he saw till counsel come,
Awaiting the first lessons he learnt in life,
Indeed the toughest; but come swift, come hard;
That was when the clocks round back an hour,
But for him, it round forward to the new life.

These are the words related,
The windows sharp,
Each star so bright,
Now another once burnt out
Collapsed not to dwarf.
Nay, he became the supernova.

Now beyond the ten years,
Who would think his past,
Then sowed his grace with feud,
Till righteous come - ill-gotten lost?

His Words

But no god adorned,
So few but kindred fair,

Alas my honest word is not,
Then cast me aside, alas;

Who could not for love help,
For prey is near, I am whole,

Lest I may be, yet safe bestowed,
Is for not so safe, for lack is born;

Ere born mine earnest hope begone,
But do no harm as more gone ye seek,

I tremble with every step I walk,

By blood and poison

And then I’ll return from when I hence,
Leave me behind I’m only shadow past,
Slower I breathe your name how shallow,
A single kiss to break my loving fast,
A darker emblem that binds me apart,
Hide me under the Earth nor to speak,
Weeping is me in feet of neither feats,
Gather the thorns their poison’s peak;
Wrap thy neck round the cold wreathes,
Return me from me into you and see,

Darkness for poison

Will you in my finest wine respect the light,
And from whence the colours blind the eyes glow,
Dresses in a distant fade the darkness banished,
That idol called ye God now calls me forth hither,
At token thus kneels and makes greater the foe was,
In the gestured frealty of the virtue once it lost,
Abstains never from what casted world ere fraught,
Step towards the blood from which many a fire escape;