A Flock Of Swifts

swifts

A flock of swifts,
Dazzling, turning, beguiling
Take me by surprise.
I lose myself.
Dazzling, turning, beguiling,
I fly.

 

The wind in the trees,
Pulsing, flowing, churning,
Captures me,
And shares its wonder,
As motionless,
I dance.

 

Later, struck by thoughts of you,
I fall to the earth,
And weep.
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