First written in 2011 a month before Cancer surgery: September 10, 2011 at 1:08am
Swift bird’s flight steals you from seductive clouds
and carries you out into the humming, sighing universe.
It clangs, that pulsating blood of mine
your breath the fuelling fire –
your smile crooked, clowning, shaking my soul
from it’s cosy nest…..
I thought I was a Linnet till the cloud cracked
& I saw my face in raindrops, glistening like
crystals in lights of full moon sky…..
I realised then with fragile, inner voice
that I was human, just being,
longing to be a bird free on the wing.
And you, my shoulder to weep soft tears upon
when my wound up wings
were wrapped to my aching sides. “