Flight of the Swallow
From the chartreuse scene to a dusty bronze land
This the sky’s calling for their wings to soar, to disband
The sun is their shadow, they bathe in her honey-stained glory
Under the silence of the stars, they never surrender their flight story
The days are long, they travel beyond all rhyme or reason
This is their journey, in life and in season
Fragile hearts drum on in tawny twilight
From feathered soldiers by day, to winged spectres of the night
Come morning, they are ushered, ablaze by warm, crimson skies
In earthly kingdoms below, they are but the envy of every land creature’s eyes
The compass points north, over mountain and rooftop they climb
Beyond sun kissed valleys and storm swept seas they glide
This the tale of the swallow, for in every heart of one they do lovingly sing
A voyage of courage is what the swallow does bring
Copyright © Charlie Mackenzie | Year Posted 2023
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