Hidden City

Hidden City

by Jennifee 

A certain bend of evening light 

A voice with tones I cannot find

A cloth that’s woven to these ribs

Which slowly fades with passing time  

It calls me from the other side 

A sweet reprieve delivered soft

The messenger a scarlet bird  

On evergreen and then aloft

A bridge that never fully burns 

And so, to mine your soul returns  

The odyssey of migrant herds 

Alike, to mine your soul returns  

A hidden city’s silhouette

An ear beyond the distant door

behind the sunset’s beaming rays  

Tied under Heavens’ Western shore.

A peace just like a river flows

Into my heart’s slow mortal wound

To stitch and mend my threads anew

What gifted weaver at the loom?