the time of listening
whatever bird you are
whose wings whisper
like ships leaving the shore
whatever bird you are
who waits until my heart
is a desert sky
to fly
whose color is the still wind
before it turns away
whose song
is the air darkening
who moves inside me
always
at twilight
whatever bird you are
whose wings whisper
like ships leaving the shore
whatever bird you are
who waits until my heart
is a desert sky
to fly
whose color is the still wind
before it turns away
whose song
is the air darkening
who moves inside me
always
at twilight
whatever bird you are
posted by Yes at 9:09 PM
7 Comments:
This poem amaze me, my bird....in the way that I do feel the same way during some evenings..not wrt to a single bird though,
"who moves inside me
always
at twilight"
twilight is so apt a time to listen to that inner voice...like the soft whisper of wing beat...and then oh, one feels so lost, no?....I mean for no specific reason,
love
devika
Devika--wow, I'm so happy you caught the feeling of the poem...
If you're lost, I hope it is not too sad, we can be lost but not alone--
Oh yes, and You just assured me, my dear bird :)
thanks so much for the mail :)
devika
your words are musical notes to my soul, whenever I read your words I feel tranquility and a sense of my spirit at peace, instead of the restless person I am...If I could be like the essence you show me, I would never need noise, just beautiful notes...I love this
Lorraine--what you write is so beautiful...I love the way you compare the words to music--so glad you feel that way! (If it were possible to be so, I can't help but try for that--It's the best I can do since I don't know how to write music)
Ahh...what could be more mystical than the beauty of the soul at twilight time free as a bird...beautifully written Firebird.
Janice--as usual, your words evoke the image that inspired the poem, and bring insight and illumination! Thanks again...
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