To Not Tremble

I cannot,
Tremble before this,
Nor store the aggression abroad
It’s a consuming fire, but wings,
Wings must rise to the higher,

A glory before a crowd
But sits a single shadow,
How,
Far be the brilliance of this,

A dandelion ablaze,
A summer fade,
Grey,

Yet voices speak
Their syllables soft
Their eyes loud,

Proud,
I call from mountains,
A trail bends
Ends,
A curtesy, a friend,

But, humility is the crown.

See the clouds,
The river’s mouth,
The body of ocean,
A separation,

But no,
I cannot,
Tremble before this,
It’s a consuming fire, but wings,
Wings must be the thrones desire.

A spire,
A signing choir,
Though silent among thee
Who talks as if to be of sire,

These,
I cannot separate
Nor berate,
How to live, quite the blunder,

A sunder,
A separation of kinder,
Coals, and flame.
Anger, and blame,
It is all upon the plain.

Remain
Stow away,
Remember,
Forget,

Turbulence
A siren
An ambulance,
A laughter
The higher,

The further,
Remnants
Still of substance,
Soils of fragments,

But no,
I cannot,
Tremble before this,
It’s a consuming fire, but wings,
Wings must be their treatment.