The Dreaming Bird,
Got old and frail,
It's journey was ending,
As they lowered the sail.
But behold,
There are new shores,
Where the women dance freely,
And the spirits are pure.
The Dreaming Bird,
Flew again,
With his heart so full,
There could be no end.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | January 4, 2011 - 12:58
I like this one, a lot;-) The imagery is such that it conjures up something quite magical:-
The title too, is very evocative.
Tina
skinner_jennifer | January 4, 2011 - 14:19
I totally agree with Tina, a magical poem.
Jenny.
Cavalcaderl | January 4, 2011 - 16:04
new Julie
I too found it kind of magical,floaty.
with feeling words.
julie xx
The Chosen One | January 4, 2011 - 17:26
thank you all, my intention is to take over the world. But first I must have my lunch.
Such kind words. x
Indrani Ananda | July 18, 2012 - 23:01
Indrani Ananda
I love this - it's just like one of my songs, that elusive dreamy atmosphere, with such fragile imagery. Thanks for sharing.
Indrani.