Monday, March 24, 2008

Flying in September Sunrise



First their cry in the silence
Then the sound of their fly in the first light
Were they leaving? Were they flying back?
I forgot the seasons
Thousand of miles, thousand of years
The same road ever, the same rite
Every year
Guided by Faith & Life
Thousand of miles, thousand of years ago
I was there too

First my smile at their presence
Then my tears, the light touch of a wing on my cheek
Now I remembered: I also used to fly
Sailing through sunrise
A long time I cried, could not even tell why
Then I opened my eyes, time had stopped again
Together side by side we were
Immobile in the air
Contemplating the earth, mountains and forests
Gently passing by

Fly away my soul
The doors have opened
Darkness has lead to light
Light’s embraced the night

Vole mon âme
Nuit et lumière ont rendu les armes
L’horizon s’ouvre enfin
Pars là d’où tu viens, là où tu es et seras demain

2 comments:

  1. Coming or going,
    one world to the next,
    real or imagined,
    welcome back

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  2. Such amazing poetry all around...even my husband, who knew??? This was the best exercise to give, because I keep getting back so much! Hugs, Robin

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