The Mighty, the Meek
The world spins
The road ends
Light whispers on the wind
My eyes follow the sparrow
My heart echoes the flight beat
My mind warring retreat
The bird lands, folds wings like hands, feet tangled on a branch
Their eyes meet
The mighty, the meek
Will the bird speak?
The bird holds its song
No tune
No melody
No rhapsody
No music
Where music belongs
Their eyes meet
The mighty, the meek
Will she speak?
Her arms spread wide
Heart
Soul
Mind
Collide
She takes flight
She looks for the bird
The bird is gone
But she hears its song
It was in her
All along
The mighty, the meek
In the middle they meet
One song they sing
One life
One being
No comments:
Post a Comment