Long blue curtains play before the window,
where a long way from the clear glass
I see them fleeing pollution, cold and haze.
These birds flock from mile to mile
unfolding new horizons,
heedless of the distance, they flap along...
As they beat the wind to find a home
I feel every inch of nostalgia
slapping at the layers of my face.
Unmoved by changing seasons,
I know my wistful roots keep me strong
half of me below the surface
but I too travel through the night,
defying time, light and space
taking my soul on a journey
out of the solid flesh and skin
at times, existing no more,
dissolving in ultimate freedom
I too unconsciously
flutter at the edges of the sky.
