The Murmuration

l saw her by the edge of the burnt mossy wall and she was watching high above, over forests so tall then as the dusk gathered starlings, that danced in the melting sun it was the breathless display, and mesmerising begun in the last Autumn rays, that painted threads through the trees like the strands in her hair that stroked again in the breeze and their dance was perfection as she watched murmuration and their velvet display was their beautiful creation gently the stars said hello, as the white moon glimpsed below and her slowly wrapped dreams, she sent of her kisses he'd know and they went drifting slow like the gossamer clouds and her love for him soft, like the starling, a glow still her eyes searched afar, over the bracken filled glens as she looked for his face and his smile and his arms to embrace and never gave up hope, as she waited each night and she watched starlings call , over mossy green wall the dance of the starlings is a sight to behold like a true love is precious , more precious than gold.