I am a bird

I

I am

I am a bird

a strange

bird indeed

with blind

eyes a longing

soul and a

bleeding

heart

I am

rooted deep

down in the earth

with its fragile 

beauty

the wonderful

human love

and the uncovered

brokenness

of being

but

it surely

can not

hold me

when I

wrestle

to fly higher

than the level

of each day

I am

desperately

longing

for the air

of freedom

and the light

of truth

I am

trying

to reach

for the source

of existence

the meaning

of life

and the depths

of imagination

but

while struggling

like this

I can burn

my wings

on lights

too big

and overwhelming

or I might be

swallowed up

by the shadows

of lonely nights

when 

I think

I can hold on

to anything

it always 

disappears

in passing clouds

of vapor

and I can be

driven away

by the idle winds

of philosophy

so

I am

a bird

indeed

but not

as free

as I

wished

to be

earth

can not

hold me

and heaven

I can not

reach

that is

why I

in the distance

of the desert

keep on

longing

for this far

and eternal

song of hope

whispering

with tender wings

of meaningful words

and the delicate

music of 

a silent prayer

and I will 

surely

wait

for

as long

as it takes

that all things

unseen

will be 

revealed

in full glory

and eternal

freedom