My Feathered Friends
Souls from above come down from the sky
For all to see with their naked eyes
If only I had the expansion upon thy back
But Gods will all of this thee lack
The wondrous soaring from tree to tree
What beauty there must be in being so free
The markings so polite to this tiny being
For it cannot be a mirage what I am seeing
When they feel they come down upon the earth
The birds visit and tease me and they flirt
With all the inner desires to become one
A distinct vision at once and then it's gone
As I look upon thy inward eye
Oh how I do wish I could fly
1985
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