The World of Layonara
The Layonara Community => Poetic License => Topic started by: Shiokara on January 23, 2011, 03:18:33 PM
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Dreaming
When I rode the wing'd contraption, I flew
with the big wind like birds, and each feather'd breast
I gazed on gave way to my engine lest
it get caught in the gears and ground for stew.
The exhaust from my mighty pipe did spew
a cloud of blue and black which I assess'd
was burnt oil, some gasket had failed and messed
up the whole works. Falling down the ground grew
detail. There a flock of floundering geese
turned up their beaks at my steam-dream-filled flight,
a fog of clouds cleared, and I cursed the grease
that fail'd once more before eternal night.
Nay mourn my sleep, nor call my fall a waste,
For one sweet instant, Goran I embraced.
~ Ignatius J.H. Wordsmith