Songs of the Birds

by on June 5, 2023 :: 1 comment

Returned by the winds that carry
Replaced by the winds that drift
The melodies of our mothers and hymns to our fathers
I’m a flower—what flowers are to the sky
Into a blue, blue heaven, when broken is the twilight
Woven throughout the soul is a thread of desire
A rumbling sound drives us to the horizon
A clean slate concealed in the night
A day of death for life,
revealed in the light.

– J. Iner Souster

editors note:

If we can sing along, we might understand the meaning. – mh clay

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