In Another Life, a Bird

In another life i'd soar as a bird,

dancing with the wind, free and unheard

with wings that whisper secrets to the sky.

i'd glide through the clouds without having to answer the question why.

Unbound by time i am never late for the sun,

chasing the elusive horizons where the threads of today are spun.

i'd trade my words for the songs of the breeze.

A language of whispers among the trees.

Yet solitude drapes like a gentle veil,

in skies vast and wide where few tales prevail.

No best friend to share my life or with whom to talk to about the secrets of flight,

just me, the stars and moon in the quiet night.

But every instance of existence holds a possibility of dreams,

a balance of joy in the rivers and streams.

For every feathered moment of freedom and bliss there’s a trade of love, a friendship i’d miss.

How beautiful are these lives we choose to weave, whenever we breathe there  are new stories we conceive.

In this dance of souls and existence, ever-changing and free,

each life is a chapter in eternity where we get to choose the life we will be.