Changing Face

August 15, 2011
By Anonymous

These tales of old disguisings, are they not
Strange myths of souls they found themselves among
Unwanted folk that spoke of a hostile tongue
Some soul from all the rest who'd not forgotten
The star-span acres of a vacant lot
Where boundless amid the clouds his course he swung,
Or hunker with his elder brothers sung
Of old long since forgotten masters?

Old singers half-forgot all of their tunes,
Old painters color-blind come back once more,
Old poets skill-less in the wind-heart tomes,
Old wizards lacking in their wonder.

All they that with strange sadness in their eyes
Ponder in silence over earth's lies once told?


Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!