The Sound of Their Wings

Silent seashore
Swallowing
Sparrows
Tonight we cross the wretched narrows
Of tepid water caked with foam
And do we seek with eyes alone?
Their trilling call shall guide us home.

Spurious
Spare
Sparse
Sparrows
Take me to the shining gallows
With wings aflutter,
Hearts aflame,
No filthy mortal can make us tame.

And we are silent,
A spurious reprieve
Against the seashore's windswept plain.
Prayers so spare
Swallowing curses unresolved
And sparse remorse to the
Sparrow's call.


Day 2: Sparrows in free verse. Actually, I think I made a new form of poetry ^_^" oops.