Page 66 - Musings 2020

Do Old Birds Dream of a Paradise?

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Do old birds dream of a paradise?
Do they search for a future
In every crystal ball of rain?
Does its memory too escape them
With every sigh?
Where do old birds go to die?

Do their songs go bitter
With faith flying off their feathers?
Are dewdrops just tears of an old bird
That wept all night?
When the next morning comes without a sunrise,
Where do old birds go to die?

Do they look for a soft place to fall,
Pillow of winds
Carpets of grass?
Having lived in skies for far too long,
Do they turn into dandelions
Once they die?

Not each one of them
Ends up on the wire mesh,
Not all are lucky to find nests abandoned,
When their beaks can no longer hold in them
Pieces of heaven,
Where do old birds go to die?

The hour’s hand wipes off
The blue of the sky
While the bird sitting on its edge
Shrugs life off its shoulders,
Drops eternity hanging to its claws.
It slits the veil of the night,
Stepping into the other side of the sky
As a ghost all over again."

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