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.