Sunday, July 22, 2012

Bird I should have flown driven, walked, crawled
back to my beloved's door
to sit upon the threshold and sing a hundred songs of love
I sent you in my stead
fearing the loss of everything
sitting on the path my beloved had crossed

Your song did not reach the ear
the light bounded out of the windows
reflecting you
my memory washed away
my beloved mourning me gone
Bird no sweetness could pierce the heart
as one word falling from my beloved's tongue
Diving in midair only to be caught again
rising above breathed into my dreams
I lay at the doorway one hundred thousand prayers
I utter the wind that carries you.

 -goodbye sweet Cernunnos by the Corbyhawk herself

1 comment:

dianne said...

So beautiful and romantic dear Corby; your writing is always amazing.
xoxoxo ♡