Avian Epiphany

The Condor eats death
So the land can be cleansed
Of all decay
In a daring adventure
Starting anew

So I ask this
Where is the Condor of my mind?
Where are these dreams
That are suppose to come true?

Agony within
It grabs me tight
Pulls me down into
The loneliness for which I exist

Where is this prophetic embrace?
Where is this negative energy slayer?
Looking around and seeing nothing
Having no clue of what to believe anymore
As reality becomes it’s own endangered specie

Ah, But then I look up above the horizon
And they sky opens it’s heart
Letting my soul waken
To the inspiration of
A profound salvation
A Corvus cleansing!

Using all this positive energy
To muster up the strength
Of my own personal expressions
Of my soul in wake

I conjure up my own Condor
And regurgitate all bad thoughts
Sucking in the positive energy
Becoming balanced
On the back of avian art

The Raven of my heart
Flies right by my side
To all dreams fulfilled
In our own art divine

Profoundly serene
This dreamy scene
Painted by the eyes of grace
In the realm of all greater things to come



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
4/8/11



Copyrighted by,
James Darwin Smith II