You Linger And Fall Poem by Naveed Akram

You linger and fall, songs are spun,
Then the singing is paramount in time.
Over the hill, is a heron that tumbles,
Over its back the world is of feathers.
Then the flight of a thousand suns
Emerges and clings to the strings taut.
You linger and fingers hurt, forces
Of darkness and light are found over there.

To quests are ideals, towards the sunset sailing
We stride with oars awesome, without words cold.
The icy seas are minute in our red hot glow,
Once the stars override the night-sky.
Internal tissues like the heart are destroyed
And made into furs, clothing of courtesy.