Tuesday 3 May 2016

The Bird Who Walked Home


Saitama Prefecture, Japan - The Bird Who Walked Home


I dreamed a dream the other day.

I dreamed, you’d flown away

with your mended wings, years earlier.

While I looked upon

 with a happy smile

that did not extend to my eyes.

And with a heavy heart and the lightest touch,

 we both went back to where we belong

But

You came back. 

I was old, tired and hobbled. 

You asked me if I’d still have you,

with your old wings and silver hair. 

You asked me if I'd still have you

after the lifetime that had passed.

You asked me if I'd still have you

when you were running out of time

But it wasn’t age that I saw in that moment. 

It was timelessness.