THE SOLITARY ONE

'Reluctant Serenity'  by  Trish

Fly solitary bird,  in and out, of  green leaves,
Come to rest on the silken water threads of color.
Carry your sweet message, weave a web and bead it,
With the drops of mercy.

Fly down from your high place, here, onto my shoulder,
Drink sweet nectar from the palm of my hand,
Bring your magic to me, speak to me, with your song.
Whisper your songs messages into my eager ear.
Little winged one, whisper so, I alone can hear.

Embroider the frosted leaves, with your burnished thread,
Of almond green lustre as you go, so that I may follow.
yes fly to me,  and help me, to calm, the  inner frenzy,
Of  my own flight.

Tushie   1987
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