Soaring

</>The goldfinch enflames
the firey green meadow
that she uses for a perch
to fly into the cosmos

The sun beating hard
and loud
scintillating breaths of light
The image of the glaring finch
becomes a shadow in the dusk

Tossing and swerving, gliding
Throughout the horizon
The sky blazed with firelight
Blinding those who venture too close

She soars to the sparkling star
rivots up and down gracefully
disappearing into the cosmic realm
to become one endlessly and always

One of the mystical force of angels
Where shes's healed with the bright
glow of the majestic white light...

by Jeanne Fiedler

Comments (1)

Your poem has left me breathless. I am very impressed.