Our Nest

Kiri Noa

A Lonesome lark I sing to you,

Ancient hymns that lilt so true,

of sacred fire, boneless char,

Keep me warm until you tire.

I serve on dreary days, on moon-fled nights,

Yet,I hope for no aching respite.

For no scent, veiled and feathered as yours,

Sinks my soul to our twiggy nest of kindled clouds.

  • Author: Kiri Noa (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2026 13:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: On my undeniable longing for her
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 16
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  • sorenbarrett

    This speaks of a sunset or sunrise be it beginning or end we all look to the sun lark or cloud of nest.

  • Paul Bell

    I take it she was some girl.

    • Kiri Noa

      Yeah 😊



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