Charmaine Chircop

My Maltese falcon and falconer Of words, soaring above the net of love I use to walk from tree to tree To hear on earth the strangest thing The falcon that flies and sing And every house and every yard In world that was all soup Cherished you, so beloved your thoughts So beloved you I heard a feather fell and became a spring Came to drink of it And find you not again Singing from limb nor rill like before Did ever a heart tell so sweetly? Did ever a falcon hunt so obscurely In the forest of the passion bright? What pining and what longing we did feel Fishes pierce by beak and reel, O sweet love, O verse beyond compare How shall I let you fade into dust And all the shadow of my jasmine bringer disappear? How shall I forget friendship and trust When we built the old camaraderie here? But these virtual walls hold me now to despair What if my friends need me What if time has shaken their human crust Against the global village now I rage That bid us fly in a bigger cage I cannot hunt this imagination alone I need the falcon to guard my throne.