Flown
Soft across the night sent
From the wind rising
Rain to veil the moonlight
Gently from the garden
It goes now scented by
Desert loam the sparkling
Rock world
Etched of midnight waters
Honed by a slight skill
Loosed by my will
Soothed in the wish of you
Spilled now it goes
Never to return to the cage
That held it in its breathing
Near the pulsing heart
It lived in silence
Until a moment ago
When it flew
From my startled hand
To you
September 9, 1995
(desmond)
