Sun Bird

I don't know what they call you,
I am convinced that they cannot see you.
Your furthers flip through fighting for recognition.
They stole you and your shade,
now sun kissed dreams melt on your memory.

The wind ignores your arrival,
when you pass through it,
its currents drag you down.
The land is angry at you.
Every time you come to feast on its belly,
it reminds you that you will always return to the sand,
as beauful as your journey is in the skies,
you will return to dust to eat.

The clouds are tired of your chirping,
you expect no reply,
because you know that the world is listening,
and you pray that one day you can have a conversation
with its heated storms,
undress its anger.
learn its language and tell it of your stranded anger.

When staring at the trees you rest on
becomes norm,
you fly across the bore
and flap your wings to kiss the sunlight.
its rays reflect on your  tatooted limbs.

The bliss we mistake you for,
the battles we forget that you faught,
your history is trapped in your throat.
no one understands why you chase the sun
when you know that arrows are waiting for you to dance in the sky,
break your bones and declare you meat.
it is painful how all your dreams roast in the fire.

sun kissed bird burnt to ashes....