Balnacra Arts by Vicky Stonebridge

Bird Song

If I could sing with the birds
Joined in a sphere of song
of cycles, webs and wheels
of time, tide and season
Arching through skies blue and grey

Following our sun, our moon, the stars,
whispering to each other all the secrets
that we are not part of.

If I could understand the birds
they would tell me of all around
of places, distance and ages
of sunlight, darkness and rainfall.
Lightly feathered through the spaces,
In and out and around our gravity
Their tiny fast lives, connecting
Through structures we barely notice.

If I could just listen to the birds
They would show me my own song
of light, life, and secrets
Of peace, contentment and Joy
Silencing out heavy foot fall
Voices within, wearily defining
Ensnaring in earthbound parameters
Disconnected from sense, sound and song.

I should sing with the Birds.


Bird Song settles
Around us
Rising and Falling
With the sun
A web and a cocoon of noise
Each Bird notes
Its place and range
Shifting and connecting
They and others
A sphere of song
Around our world
We barely perceive
caught in our own noise
Their light feathers flit
In and out of our spaces|
A golden web of flight
Echoing the layers
In the world about
Each player weaving
Their own path
Part of a whole
Circles within.



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