The Mantlesphere

The feathers flocked but their form failed
their move to sew their hymn into the sky
As seeds flown to be shown
they are the rain of the ground
But in the clouds they cannot be poured
cannot be cried
So they will pull instead of fall
The glistened beads that life once tried
As parables they release the sorest sigh
Though still retained, they hang, remain
Untold fables, scattered thoughts
Forgotten stories unheard by deafened ears
Paintings painted proudly before blind eyes
Sung as songs taught to mute tongues tied