Strange you may seem; wings open entering at dusk
I’ve seen a million faces
Been a several places
Your visage shares commonalities
With the earth, water and the glaring sun
Your hair is the wild wind behind a sailboat
Pottery-full hands slide slowly
Down the sides, along the crevices of an oblique
What’s in your heart,
And what’s in your hands?
The loss I read in your blues
Is just as my own
Written it is across your chest
Free as a bird
Over the gold coast
Plant a grand tree, one, two or three
Bird free, bird gone.
The long road lined with candles flickering
The wings flutter the fire
In each glass
Two flights forward
One flight back
Plant a tree with roots that are miles long
Branches that reach the top of Kilimanjaro
Free bird, sly and soar up to the gray sky
Carry all the wisdom and shed
It onto us once in a while
When we stand under your tree.
Plant a tree, Bird Free.
Inspired by Stu M. “FreeBird”
May 31, 2012
