I would like to fly
I would like to soar with the chimney swifts
Dart and swoop 
Through the gloaming sky

I would like to ride a thermal with a hawk
We would call to one another through the coils under our wings
He and me
Floating above the world

I would like to soar to the highest branch
The one that touches the sun
I would preen my wings
Then spread the shining feathers and let go

I would like to play the feather game with the swallows
I would be the fastest of the group
Catching the prize as it spirals to the river below
None would fly as fast as me

I would like to join the kingfisher on his morning quest
Silver bodies under the water's surface
Our prey
Succulent flesh to fill our crops

I would like to sing with the robins
Call with the bluejays
Laugh with the flickers
And dance with the sparrows

I would like to fly
And know the splendor of the wind against my face
I would like to fly
Higher, higher, higher
Chimney Swift Courtesy of

Blessed be :}

Mi manchi, mia amata immortale.

About tinthia

Wondering, searching, and wandering, I'm an earth witch with a desire to get it right in my lifetime. The flow of the river feeds my inner goddess and fuels my soul. Blessed be. :}
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