A small bird gliding on her fragile wings
Through grey skies of shadow sings
River’s call beckoning her near
As day ends, the journey begins here.

The darkness distorts the light
Altering shape, form and sight
But things remain what they are
Just contorted like light of stars.

Sometimes she forgets the sky
Where the cloudscape reigns, and the heaven’s high
Entwined in thought and lost within
Searching her way to journey’s end.

But the sky guides too
Illusion of rivers’ blue
Just remembering to look
Surrounded by moonlight hues.

With her fragile wings
And the dawn of light she sings
Clouds calling her home
Haven, Rejoice, Alone.

How can she forget the sky
Inside of her the raven’s cry
Freed from thought and found within
Found her way to journey’s begin.

The reflection distorted
By darkness there below
In the blue moonlight hues
Her true essence shows.

On her fragile wings
through skies of dusk she brings
Rivers of reflection sigh
And sometimes she forgets the sky…