The Windy-Bird Sings

He is somewhere far away
And I don’t know how to get there
I lay on a mat…staring up at the sky
There his face twinkles above me

He shines…..stars seeming so close but unreachable
The light glows on my outstretched arms clawing at the sky
………………….…but unable to grasp him
The windy-bird sings not because she is happy
but because she misses her beloved

by Wendee Isaacs

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