Like A Bird On A Wing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like a bird on a wing
In a motions and swing
She is going here by
In an airborne to the sky

Hours in yesterday´s blue
Like waves of the sea
Round and round going thru
On to mist of eternity
Times of deep in a trip
Jumping high and slow
As each coincidence slip
Through the air on its go

Like a bird on a wing
In a motions and swing
She is going here by
In an airborne to the sky

She is always trying
To go to the deep of blue
The sky and ocean tying
For each day to renew
Moments gone - coming still
Thru a thought in a mind
Aspirations to fulfill
Those once left behind

Like a bird on a wing
Open billows accompanying
She is Goddess of the deep
For a photograph to keep

Like a bird on a wing
In a motions and swing
She is going here by
In an airborne to the sky