Wild Thing

Wild bird on the wing,
Where does your spirit fly?
Lift on your great wings
No longer bound by the weight
Of your body and its duties.
Be mine wild bird.
Let my love
Set you free.
So soar,
For they are calling you,
As you are calling them.
The beauty in you,
The voice of your wonder,
The drum of your heart
Is their music.
And their song is the wind
Flowing over feathers,
Lifting and carrying.
They sing to you as you sing to them.
Hear it and respond.
Stand on the hill and let your being
Flow to them.
Open your wings and fly.

Copyright ©2005 Tony Crisp