Monday, November 19, 2007

We Ride Like Birds





We ride like birds
our heads are feathers
our face is blood
our thoughts are weather

we lay in sky
we talk like songs
our plans in darkness
can float like swans

our friends are branches
our loves are leaves
we pray for moonlight
the wind it breathes

we’re black in snowfall
we’re death and laughter
we scavenge silver
have seen here after

our dreams are mothers
our tracks are smoke
we whisper children
we smell their hope

the love of fathers
the hunting crows
the silent heavens
the rain that blows

we know this somewhere
we know this flight
we sleep in maps
and eat the night

we ride like birds
we’re death and laughter
our heads are feathers
our tracks are smoke


- Mark Mordue

* Above image 'Crow on a branch' by Maruyama Kyo (1733-1795)
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