Like flight

If I was a bird hovering alone,
I’d fly swiftly to you, whisper
gently upon your shoulder.
Peer into your inquisitive eyes,
capture the gleam of life there
so deeply entwined.

I’d pass through time and space
over sobre hills and wooded valleys,
spring filled ravines, cross bridges.
Overlaying mist mountains of distance
to the beginning of the source.

To be by your side, to be free,
nature’s custom our desire to live.
For all that is you is my continuation
of a silvered theme, a motif to be worn
in the flight of earthly abandon.