The Place of Forge

A flowerless morning.

Slowly opening the door to a new land

The sea silently tagged along

Words beyond comprehension.

Clouds drifted along, following

The wind violently tagged along

A song from a distant place.

Unable to comprehend the land beyond

An aria of strings explained

Shouting words of unobtainable happiness.

That sad expression on the face of an onlooker

Was the proof that the secret was exposed

Of the past best forgotten, washed on shore.

Be silent and lift the wings of freedom.

For the written word was the proof.