The arrows of sparrows
When confusion properties the mind.
Those stars and beacons of a kind.
Galaxies are lost in the night
And comets pass beyond our sight.
For it's these orbiting harbingers,
These transcendental messages,
That send their essence of explore,
Into the limbo of evermore.
Building blocks of generations
Studies in sagacity with gyrations,
Moments of flare of candles quick,
Souls that lived in times quick pick.
We salute these masters of relate,
Of their query and debate.
Brave warriors of worded arrows,
Sending flights like flying sparrows.
Verse and rhyme that stir our hearts
With revelations to impart.
Where empathy holds high the glass,
In toasts of wines of hippocras.
I am humble before such a one,
It is she that brought recluse a sun.