the bird

through panes of glass, I see
it rests
upon the sill
though it is not weary
it sits
as I
looking deep into a soul from another world
it shivers
and shakes gathering the sun
beneath it’s feathers
to shine into my eyes
so I may see

I still
so fear does not overtake us both
and pull
the magic and the magician apart
just as the performance has begun

it has returned to me
from a past that seems like yesterday
but lingers long ago in a memory never forgotten

so light
it’s weight was in my hands
yet so heavy
a meaning it gave that day
when the wind blew and the world would change
forever
I held it an eternity then set it down
so I could go
it remained
eyes watching
waiting
to return to me
with magic to pass through panes of glass

there are places in time
that hold
bodies to the earth and let spirits fly
where the day bends and
a bird comes to visit

a point of light that supports the connection of a life

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