A Bird

For I am a little bird with the fledgling feathers feed me grains and water me with the pure water of love that will strengthen my weary wings — delicate! which in the far-coming will fly you all to the sky — high. For I am a little bird that perches and hovers on and above your tree: welcome me to your shade and give me a beautiful branch to weave my noble nest; chirp not and nestle me heavily far is yet told or seen by a necromancer and in the far-coming I will nestle all of you on heavenly branches and in the shade of a sacred tree — of Eden. For I am a little bird that flies in the sky break not my strong-wings with the haggard clouds; light is embraced by all. In the far-coming, I promise to carry you all on my wings to the Constellation and the Queen-Moon communicate and spend nights with her — in her sphere — forever.