My Dream Of Birds

Bird of prey, where are you going?
To the other side of the day are you soaring?
Bring me back a piece of life.
A cup of gold of which I may peer at
And see oneself.
Can I crawl upon your unbroken wing?
Fly away never to be seen?
Crawl into the cracks of the unscathed air
And sing to you like you cared?
Like it meant something to you.
Look, love, a fire.
Grab your boots and to it we may aspire.
Through the trees so dark and pale
To the mountain of which we scale.
Wake up o' bird of prey.
Where is it you are going today?

by M.J. Dura

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