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Mountain Bird

By sweetbrother

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In a secret language she tells me the meaning of her name is mountain bird and i can see her soaring over the tops of swaying pines, winging through dark hollows in search of prey with her eyes that can see forever she follows the swollen orange orb of the setting sun into tomorrow In an ancient language she says the meaning of her name is swift current of a raging stream i feel her clear cold waters rushing along her rapids carrying the ageless earth bit by bit to a distant ocean to build a new land i feel her torrent washing over me, cleansing me, carrying me through her hills and past peaceful villages to an infinite sea In a wordless language, she informs me she is called mercy's angel and i hear her voice explaining the meaning of timeless runes buried for a thousand years in the heart of the earth i feel her hands brushing across my skin and leaving trails of tenderness where there was pain When i learn the meaning of her name in my own language i will call out to her, reach for her and hold her until forever Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 05:54 AM PST   10 • 0 • 8

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