Streaking through the sky
The wind in my feathers,
I weave and bob
on the air currents.
Forever listening for the songs
of other travellers,
On the road of the muse, the watchman
in my head is looking
after my creative heart
finds it’s release of passion.
by M. Perron (Originally written Easter day, 1992)
Notes: I must have been optimistic at this time. Well, it was Spring, so I’m sure my outlook was quite positive. Or, sending an intention to the universe to get better…