The Gone Bird Song

March 22, 2012 | Blog

The Gone Bird Song

The Gone Bird Song

Years of dreaming die in one moment

Yearning flight

Calls with no sound

I collect for you and this is how you greet me.

The weight of it all


Washed up with no water

Slick with history

Sounds of hope whisper nothing

I stand here



And beneath me

You, my sky

Feel the breeze


On your back burden

These eyes

~Chitra Vairavan