Author Archives: montecyril

The broken bird has lost a wing  to the heartless fierce wind  A last whimper from its heart  Drops dead to the wintry earth  Leaves fall in the season’s wake  Their lifeless bodies in the rustle shake  The dark of death gets what it takes  And hopes are but futile flakes  How can one makeContinue reading “Perceiving death, alone: A poem “

I feel the mirror of the heavens on your arm  And the trough of my soul is undisturbed and calm  It was difficult as you slipped out of the womb  A cherub’s lamplight brightening up the room  The star stole my heart in the night sky warm  A ballad was playing for the impending storm Continue reading “O child, my gift: A poem “