Endless Sea

crack the prize of freedom and behold
the glorious day that makes the halos of
saint tangle silently in the cone of every
bird’s nest, whisper then the bell as the
mid-air invite cautiously the glorious day
the Monk says

bring on the returning wings of echo, for
nothing will just say that I can too can fly;
it’s a promise to stay knowing that you’re
meant to live as I stay in your pedestal of
learned the verse I listen

like petals bloom for a day and a leaf
that wonders the beautiful glow of the ray;
neither each wings catches the elements
of the presence that warm the cool chills
morning

wait my darling wisdom, chuck on the
rhyme of surprise, as all has made of what
the end will begin turning to the endless
bottom of nemesis fume

pave as you long to go and fly as you
want me to stay.....somewhere.....

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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