Watch the Birds Gleam
You can tell when something is over, you can see it flying over your shoulder; you can tell when something is over, there are just something’s that you cannot do over. You bend and you mend, you stretch and you flex but you can never forget those exotic moments when you close your eyes and look towards the havens you see birds flying in all directions.
I was just in time to see the migration in line, the birds were moving in a magnetic way and everyone was so cautious not to go astray. At first I saw them leaving in groups, the first set of four that went through the door, flew south west while the second group move north west, these were the younger birds that could not fly long distance, they fly and stop in the trees then fly again.
Then I saw them leaving in droves from the East to South West, five or six sets of them, flying and conversing together. Then comes the God and the justice birds in one pack, nine in front and one flattering at the back. It could not catch up with the nine in the pack and so it went slowly shouting glory and trying desperately to catch up with the nine to make it divine.
They flew boldly directly to the west with a sign screwed on to their vest. I watch the scene unfold in the air as the birds took the final bow in the sky.
I stood there and watch them fly and something magnetic came over my eyes. I saw you standing in front of me and strange passions overshadow me. Tears start rolling out of my eyes and I had to suppress my own feeling as I watched the migrating birds parachute through the sky.
You walked towards me and embraced me and we became one entwine in each other’s arm. I was overcome with emotions; I could hardly believe that you were here we have so much to share; I hope that we can steal some time to look at each other.
The north and the south are bear; because none of the birds flew there. I kept hearing your name all day and this jealous feeling still cannot go away. Now I understand why women fight persistently over their woman; it is something that you cannot take away when your heart is there to stay.
The birds look deeply into our soul and they knew from creation that you are bold; they listen to your heart beat and they know when the journey is complete.
Their magnificent movement flows melodiously to the rhythm in the sky. I love to watch them dip and dive, their pattern and synchronized movement solidifies the moment touching paradise on earth. And so we held each other’s hand and walk along the stream and watch the birds as they gleam.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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