The Bird Dream Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

Last night in the quiet dark I dreamt
Birds were the characters of my dream
All feathery and a bit flighty, mostly
Yeah and white and black and yellowy
With beaks and song and wings a flutter
So strong against the wind and rain
Not showing the ravages of time and distance
These birds that did not complain
Rather portraying nothing but nobility, grace
Sort of moving sculpture, pure and sleek
Soaring, sweeping, gliding, swoop then land
Rising with the sun, sleeping with the moon
Awake with the dawn, shiver, shake, ready
In my dream last dark night they were
Birds I tell you of pure intent
Bright of soul and grand of song
They had no hesitation, no delay
No malice, no damn boundaries
One day soon when they migrate
My spirit, God willing, will migrate
Along with them
Then no need will I have
To awaken.
No need to remain.