Friday, October 30, 2009

Bohemian Waxwings

I guess, i would feel special
if i was called bohemian
well, it has to be in print
but really, i do wonder
because today
it is the birds
who raise me to pure bliss
they gather in great flocks
and sweep past all
to specifically sweep down to me
they lift me gently of my feet
i am flying
held up by feathery wings
surrounded by sweet song
taken to a magic forest
the trees a gift particulary for me
you can enjoy their joyfull twitter
or stand in awe among the gnarly trees
but you will never know
today it was all orchestered for me
now, that's what i call bliss
to be the birds' beloved
the queen of ancient trees
to realize that i am special
while no one knows
well, now, just you and me


Liz said...

Oh JOzien...Bohemian Jozien...the queen of ancient trees... Yes. I see you there as such.

I have always known you are special since the first I saw your blog :)

Perfect poem.

What is it about Waxwings that tug the heart so? For me it is always the Cedar Waxwings late winter as they come through.

Liz said...

Jozien -- in response to your comment on my blog -- the "Dreamt for Light Years in the Belly of a Mountain" is a song by a group I like very much. It is one of their instrumental pieces ...slow and haunting.. maybe a bit like a dirge...suits my mood as of late...very beautiful.