The Dreaming Bird

By The Chosen One

Tue, 04 Jan 2011

5 comments

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.

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Tue, 2011-01-04 11:58

I like this one, a lot;-) The imagery is such that it conjures up something quite magical:- The title too, is very evocative. Tina

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Tue, 2011-01-04 13:19

I totally agree with Tina, a magical poem. Jenny.

Permalink Submitted by Cavalcader on Tue, 2011-01-04 15:04

new Julie I too found it kind of magical,floaty. with feeling words. julie xx

Permalink Submitted by The Chosen One on Sat, 2019-01-19 11:12

thanks x

Permalink Submitted by Indrani Ananda on Wed, 2012-07-18 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.

Indrani Ananda