A Bird From Nowhere Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Over the darkness of a lake
it moves across from some distant height
into a dream while I’m still awake

as if its coming were no mistake
but planned long before its sudden flight
over the darkness of a lake.

Its image I now can always take
with me (when it is long out of sight)
into a dream while I’m still awake.

There’s now a bond that nothing can break
a bond fused once in the shadow of light
over the darkness of a lake:

a shadow that moves me when mornings wake
me from the dreams of a long, deep night
into a dream while I’m still awake

for a faraway joy is still able to take
my whole being like a bird in flight
over the darkness of a lake
into a dream while I’m still awake.