When our wings are lethargic it can be heartbreaking
to be unable to have breakfast with kings, or to soar
with blue in our veins, using clouds as our shoes.
But we must leave the anger, putting away the warriors
in our minds, breaking their spears in two
with some positive. The prescription for curing us?
Declare the attack is over by taking two flowers
absorbing them with our eyes, until we see the other
as human. It is then we can put on our wings,
and realize we are made
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”