feeling every finger of the dusted crystal cold flicker through my down
talons extend
I grasp...clinch
rip moonward...
land and devour
with my survival...I nurture my young
How far will you fly?
Cross continent? Moonward?
Across the room?
Let me fly with you.
You won't even notice me,
On the wing,
Clinging for life (and love).
Why do you flee me,
choosing a destination
from which it will be
impossible to book
a return?
The day's burden is speechless. Stars travel moonward through a silent sky.
Days burst in loneliness. Fly, fly bird of innocence, fly away with me to far-away worlds,
where clearest water fills the creeks after a sudden rain. Loneliness of the night,
world-whisper, daydreams, fragile as glacier-ice. Fly, bird, fly to far-away worlds
and take my dreams with you. Your beat of wings will ease the stroke of time.