Feral Fancies Poem by Xelam Kan™

In silence we lie
and paint some feral dreams-
of passions and regrets-
on the melting clouds that
slowly walk over the moor,
the distant larks are plying
a timeless tune
that fills this void insane.
Soundless bells of the aged steeple
look so calm so clear, but
fail to fool my foolish fears...
Often it  asks: 'can we cage 
the wild wind or catch
the falling stars?
O do not clip my flappy wings,
let me ride the dazzling rainbow
to knock at heaven's gates'.
Oh the hazy darkness come again,
and the nightshades
begin to fall; I must raise
my staggering feet
and drag my skeleton back to,
where I'll resume these
floundering fancies whilst staring
at roaming stars
till dawn breaks.

XK...