Are You Listening

My spirit is a single feather that was plucked from the Eagle that has fallen centuries ago.
Speaking in silent motion I hope to reach the hearts of those who seek connection.

Falling, Floating, Flying
I can feel the sounds chimes make.
I feel the wind, its force, its song.
I feel its texture soothing soft.
I touch its meaning when it engulfs me.
Exposed flesh transmits to the rest.

Floating on star dust, nothing in my way, shhhh, Listen!
The Raven is calling, cawing, floating on feathers that cut the air.
This muse is my Bird of Pray, fanning for words to say.
Choosing words more than meaning, flapping, cawing, calling

A message I hear floating.
floating floating floating floating floating floating floating

Wing tips spread, fingers wide, guide me to where clouds house
a child’s world beyond reality. Where all is possible and is.
To open minds, imaginations alive. So soft and pure,
I reach to touch and tingle as feathers fan out,
and the air caresses me.
The message I feel, I’m floating.
floating floating floating floating floating floating floating

Floating on spring rain drops, nothing in my way, shhhh, Listen.
Can you hear the water of your birth?
Can you hear the cries of Mother Earth?
The flow of life, the smell of death.
Can you hear the cries of Mother Earth?

A message I hear floating.
floating floating floating floating floating floating floating

Wing tips spread, fingers wide, guide me to where clouds house
a child’s world beyond reality. Where all is possible and is.
To open minds, imaginations alive. So soft and pure,
I reach to touch and tingle as feathers fan out,
and the air caresses me.
The message I feel, I’m floating.
floating floating floating floating floating floating floating

Floating on spring rain drops, nothing in my way, shhhh, Listen.
Can you hear the water of your birth?
Can you hear the cries of Mother Earth?
The flow of life, the smell of death.
Can you hear the cries of Mother Earth?

Can you hear the words that you've wanted to hear?
Can you taste words, can you feel them?
Are you listening,.....to them?

My spirit is a single feather that was plucked from the Eagle that has fallen centuries ago.
Speaking in silent motion I hope to reach the hearts of those who seek connection.

©WRM