The short moment we Live.
She is the shortest moment of your existence
a flickering light, appearing in your life only once
after all, her song is a wound, but clinging
immortalized, It cannot be owned
imperceptibly growing fainter
but loved, and cherished again and again.
She has seen your sisters loathing
when their injured wings didn’t lift
and helpless they fall to the ground,
while She now steal back every lost feather
and with her trembled body flying
free and unbound.
It’s in the dewy morning She might hide
in the rustling wind of the wet leaves
like a loom, scared, lamenting
over the wild surface of the river
She refuses to be a victim
or to wither in her own destiny.
In touching her and limit her hunger
your love must be a boundless gift
exalted like a restless myth
like sheets of nature didn’t exist
you must bear her short life, adrift
in void of all doubts and without any rest.
Meanwhile as in the frosty season
She needs the freedom of the horizon,
She is your last shiver, your Aurora light,
She is the breath of a magical sleep,
Touch the space between your shoulder
and you will feel the edge of her flight
August 2016 ©k.c.