Fill Me Poem by Bonics Bachinela

Fill me the air to breath
with music to console my sad soul,
grant me the skies so azure
to visualize the light afar,
let the dove fly towards it,
to guide me towards my fated fate.

In black and white conquest,
i'm the bird with discerned plight;
but, wings' clipped and feet's tangled,
by the rueful ones, to infringe and be baffled.
They're blinded by the strangles of rogues,
to prolong life with misleading good adage.

Fill the melodious music to my mind,
at least, lighten my blurred spirit,
fill its song's calmness to my heart,
to rejuvenate life from betrayal.
The life of doves and of free spirits,
blessed with ease and wisdom to beat.

How i longed for my life!
At distance, skies and lights in halo.
The kind, where, everything's divine
with the music of soul,
wonderful and whole.