Tiny Bird

This small bird cupped gently in my hand soft glowing light, filtering through like desert sand This tiny bird holds my soul, ready to fly. Glow of wellbeing, no need to ask why This tiny bird to fly south, not by word of mouth when I die, my soul to fly With a languid hand, mind calm, I open my palm This tiny bird of soft glowing light, rising high in to dark of night. My soul carried on wings, to a better place, full of wondrous things, no pain to face Millions of soft glowing lights, rising high to new heights. High they fly in joyous flights Tiny birds have no fear, don't shed a tear this place they go, we all know The stars we see are the glowing lights of tiny bird flights One day, it will be me