That elegant bird sat perched on the edge of the roof top
It had been chasing the wind for miles
Miles of grass, miles of ash, miles of pillow mist
Over miles and miles of treasure so vast
It had been married with air for days
through the interlock of its sacred feathers
opening up to inhale and closing to exhale
But you wouldn't know as it sat quietly there
cooing to its heartbeat and holding wonders so closely
mysteries that truly only God understands
I love that God understands.
Eyes are open wide, unblinking.
Orange and black pools inside the Vermeyen-ring,
search and find night in day and day in night
My unfrazzeled bird had been chasing the wind but by no means diminished
Maybe cos it was born to fly
Doing exactly what it was made to do
Even when it did it for miles unending.
I, on the other hand remain a being, my wings unseen
When I fly I am also made one with elements
Elements that uncouple me, knead me and free me
They have made me crystal clean, I see crystal clear
They take me to heights where I feast with my King
I am only a being, I do not own the physical wings of the birds that prowl the sky
but none the less I too am made to fly
...so fly I most and fly I will, to greater heights with my King.
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