Lapwings count moments <br />circling dead leaves. <br />Sky is amber with autumn. <br />As day fades light is cold & clear. <br />Your steps sound close at dusk, <br />moving with bird songs, winging. <br />I wait your soft voice in the night. <br />It sparkles with starlight, falling. <br />After sunset sky is a velvet cloak. <br />Sounds dominate where darkness reigns: <br />a rustle of dried grass, the stirring of leaves <br />with night's cold breeze... <br />I find you waiting in a field of stars. <br />With wind-rush'd wings we move together. <br />Our lives are border'd with flight. <br /> <br />(Copyright 11/21/05)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flight-3/
