The Rapture of Eagles

Its been a while

In the lonely hours

of a night without sleep

so many thoughts

crash

 

A night so long

I thought of you

not for the first time

or the last

 

Its not the emptyness that bothers me

but your voice

crying inside this head

I so wanted to hold you

 

Alas our tune had lost its rhythm

melodies once sweet

now full of discord

the rapture of eagles had flown.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

Yeah, sometimes.. the night seems so horrified to bare.. with time. But, i`ve found one thing from here that it always gives something new to play with. e.g .. a page gets new words to get written; the time gets new company of "our thoughts"; nights gets replaced with a first-ray of morn and with the morn, new thoughts come our ways to get modified by the shades of new "rhythm"--A rhythm of peace. Very nice imagery. Well pen`d!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This has a certain beat to it... I saw one area of concern:

Its not the emptyness that bothers me
but your voice
crying inside this head
I so wanted to hold you
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Its not the emptiness that bothers me
but your voice
crying inside this head
I so wanted to hold you

[linear]

The whole thing is rubbish..