I call a thousand swallows, To carry off my sorrows; Into the ether mind them and spirit forever bind them. With all of life’s wounds carried, let seeds of sweet fruits buried, and from the vines the berries reward the swallows’ duty and feed to them a beauty that only heaven can bestow. And give to them of silver stem to build a nest of gild for taking flight my sorrows this night so my soul with light be filled. Let the choirs of angels sing of a thousand birds upon the wing and when I pass my spirit rest on the silver stems of a swallow’s nest
A thousand Swallows
Posted - Nov 20 2008 : 04:36:10 AM
