Wings flutter
a chorus of beating air.
The dawn rises,
washing the world
in the clear crystal warmth
of the day.
Far,
so far away.
She comes to me
that lovely songbird.
She sings to me
the songs of the wylde.
She fills my heart with love.
She is the rise
and she the set ,
the world is hers
and her heart is full.
She flies through
the window of my heart,
she flutters in
and makes her home.
She sings soft beauty
she fills my dreams
with wonderful things.
Far,
she is.
So far away
from me.
Yet she comes
on the wings of a song bird.
She flutters
she floats.
She brings hope
to my soul
fills my head with wonderful things.
On the wings of a song bird,
love she brings.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Wings flutter
a chorus of beating air.
The dawn rises,
washing the world
in the clear crystal warmth
of the day.
Far,
so far away.
She comes to me
that lovely songbird.
She sings to me
the songs of the wylde.
She fills my heart with love.
She is the rise
and she the set ,
the world is hers
and her heart is full.
She flies through
the window of my heart,
she flutters in
and makes her home.
She sings soft beauty
she fills my dreams
with wonderful things.
Far,
she is.
So far away
from me.
Yet she comes
on the wings of a song bird.
She flutters
she floats.
She brings hope
to my soul
fills my head with wonderful things.
On the wings of a song bird,
love she brings.
