Bird On The Road Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It’s my bird on the road
In the hot clement tempered sun
Feeling lonely and tired inside
Every dream that comes free gives a flight
Like a dreamer on the road
Feeling wandering ways in wings
Distant giving that goes there by
Every feeling is its own
For the drifting times ahead

So much love is in his load
In every turn and in every fun
Like a leaf through skies will glide
Through the day of young and old night
Like a dreamer with his load
Through the time endlessly sings
Darling winged bird of blue sky
In your tender aching tone
And your wings of love ahead

It’s my bird on the road
Flying high in the sky till its midnight...