SONGBIRD

SONGBIRD

One little boy to hold my hand,
to keep me from sinking through the ground where I stand.
Love in my heart, now heavy as lead, that once lifted me,
weighs me down instead.
Let me go, little one, let me be gone-he needs me.
He calls me to rest in this spot washed with his blood and my tears-
but not at his side.
The voice of a child that falls on deaf ears---
I hear only him---he calls.

Though I lay at his feet, we are one bird in flight.
I hold the string and he is the kite that soars beyond my reach.
In my hand I feel his touch as he pulls left or right;
he gives his command, and I know to let go or follow.
Fly away, Songbird, and I'll be nearby.

Silent are the two hearts that once did beat with the same rhythm.
As I lay at his feet in dreamless sleep,
our bodies combined, spirits united,
forever entwined each around the other,
Eternity sings of love that never dies.
Borne on the wings of the wind,
enchanted strains of a symphony are strewn across the sky
where whim of Fate and want of Man collide.
How sweet is my Destiny---to lay at his feet.

~ Broken Wings ~

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