-- As a Bird to Fly --

by John Herlihy

l lay down in the grass not a word heard,

Wishing with all my heart that I could fly.

To soar as an eagle, such a magnificent bird,

I count from one to ten, breathe deeply, sigh.

As I look up, I am by the heavens swallowed,

Finding myself in the realm of infinite blue.

Flying in the company of birds, feeling hallowed,

Riding the invisible waves that the wind blew.

I flew into the sunset at the end of the day,

The fiery rays of the sun singe my wings.

Feelings of freedom impossible to convey,

Lost in a maze of mystery as my heart sings.

Even birds return to earth and take rest,

At one with the soul, by the night caressed.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Friday 9 February 2024