The Yardbird Sings

Sleep is a thready nuisance
That separates me from my heart
My heart.
Dream-clouded Prison walls lock me in
This world.

Liberty hour comes again,
and I
Can walk the yard until
The guards…sleep…setting…others…
Shout “Back inside Yardbird!”

Someday I shall fly and follow
That same path my soul flies,
My Heart leaps up like the stag,
Like a falcon unhooded

Rises, and rises,
Like Icarus to the sun drawn
OH!  Would that the Sun melt my waxy wings
That I would plummet and fall
Into myself, into my place
Like homing pigeons returning to
The Long Loved Last Home.

At last, we shall meet and meet and meet
And I shall wake
And be home.

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  1. Pingback: Weekend Adventures and thoughts…part 2 | Charissa's Grace Notes

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