A Song For Falling

may came in a field we were born no identification card no noise only stillness until our spirit song poured out our first cry for the unknown westward dancing woman feed me hold me love me pity me let me fly In a V we will beat our wings red our kind knows no fear of heights we fly above your book of reason we watch everything, we notice grandma said 'speak to all things and wait do not come home until they answer' each word is a miracle with out voice our V will fall our circle will crumble when moon rules the old ones will perform our past we are cold but we live with purpose our babies do not learn anger our babies teach us how to soar until our wings ache then, after hundreds of painted winters we will fall behind red V will keep flying the young will wail and give away everything and never speak our name again on our way down we will prepare our exit we will laugh kiss we will sing our death song our words chirp at once we will float, beat and howl at the moon our first cry will return to the stretching thunder women we will smile grab hold again and again and again returning