Matthew Brackley Poet I do not know?

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

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