Within The Mockingbird's Lies

My mind keeps racing,

The colors which I keep facing-

Culminate in wintered withered words.

Through the echoes of the mockingbirds,

A knife.

And now, when I close my eyes,

I am stopped by a guiding listening light,

Gifted by a cloaked savior of The Truth and The Sight.

And now, they sit there-

And now, I can finally feel the bearable breeze of my future’s air.  

~SF