Even

Even when I am not filled with smooth words
And anger is painting pain in my eyes
And to you I point a thousand swords
Willing to murder all that dies
Even then I’m in a moonlit sky
Drinking the air and flapping my wings to fly

Fight with the air

A few days ago, I've had a fight with the air:
"Oh air, I hate thee! A thousand times I have asked of thee to lift me up high in the sky, giving me the power of flight, and thou hast ne'er listened"

The air calmly replied:
"Oh, I have heard thee well every time thou asketh thy humble servant to lift thee up high in the sky. I'm sorry I could ne'er do thy bidding. But I have done my best to blow thy tears until they were all dried, haven't I?"

The Tavern opens...

The trees told me a story no one could hear:
“Once upon a time, timeless days and not a fear
No noise but the laughter of the river
The crying of the rain and the leaves' shiver

Thence that rose was born
Not a petal and not a thorn
Naught red nor green
Fairest rose we've ever seen”

"Would such a flower have a name?"
The trees replied: “It’s all the same!
There is no name to be known
For nothingness dies once a name is own”

"Then why would that be a rose?"
“It was what it was, as you've chose
The seashell as the Ocean sounds
As the Universe the mind bounds”