The need to hold a love, overpowered by the requirement to let it free, if anything is to be gained. |
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A Scattering of BirdsIt’s such a tenuous thing,this venturesome experiment Removed as it is from reality, veiled from all the laws of common correspondence The world of words dissolves, along with common sense An abstraction, lost in smoke Love conquers everything except its ultimate demise No need to spell it out to those who scatter like birds, to settle, take wing and settle once again on branches No need to take flight from my fingers in your hair, lingering gently there, understanding your need to fly It’s done with mirrors, and they say that mirrors never lie So stay a while and see yourself reflected in my eyes, until some startled rush of wings takes you away, to wheel and flash the colors meant for someone else Testing currents that lift you further than those we knew I’ll see you safely gone and glory in the flight from here |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
