by C. Graham

Created on: March 19, 2010

IN THE SHADOW OF A SPARROW

The winter brought death

White mixing with sorrow

Blended by the salt of tears.

The wind echoes with the cry of a Banshee

a cry of which I've never heard.

The fables of her myths are true

like a promise given by God.

I long for the summers sun

the comfort of a morning warm and bright.

I must journey for such comforts.

Into the rain I run

from the thunder of a mean sky

to the place of deserts and oceans

warm like summers rain.

I will carve a palace here

and whittle a dream from gopher wood

 floating on the waves of love again.

I will sing songs of old and new

and feast on poems of homesick lovers.

Here is where I am

Here is where I'll be

Full of peace and breathless effort

Drifting to sleep in the wings of my Latin sparrow.

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