Fly Away
Stretch wings, test feathers
Even if the egg cracking seems only yesterday
Feel the desert winds lift you
And fly, fly away.
I can feel you soaring high
Drawn by unseen forces Southward.
I can hear your high, sweet voice
Soft in summer song at dawn.
See the others flock to your call?
Your charm an alchemist’s longed-for prize.
Spun from gold and honeycomb
You reflect the sun as you drift away.
If the seasons turn again
And you need a place to winter warm
Far from the storm, in my heart
Will always be a green bough for you.
So fly away, and to strange skies
Do not entreat me to come following after,
Nor to tarry where once tasted
The fruit of love renders strange and bittersweet seeds.
© Stacie Ferrante
3-25-09
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