Dearest Sparrow in your foreign Nest

What Skies do you see and hear Tonight?

Does warmth come from Twigs or by silver Crest?

What Dreams unmasked in slumber lend insight?

I wish to unfold my Wings around You

And feel your tiny beating plummaged Breast

And pluck a Feather, a token from You

Grasped in my Talon, forever to rest.

The Night we pranced to Music’s melody

Upon the windy Currents, Wing on Wing

While others floated, spun in parody

Locked, we descended softly on a Limb

I search the Flocks for Images of gray,

Where Hearts, one Spirit, never had to say.



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