a bird sinks down <br />through the wind, <br />unmindful of clouds <br />to cushion its fall <br /> <br />past the snow- <br />capped mountains, <br />passing the time that <br />seemingly freezes <br /> <br />...and the tree that <br />was just a speck <br />from miles above, <br />is now a giant <br />to a bird that descends <br />from the heavens <br /> <br />the gods might as well <br />have clipped its wings, <br />unfitting of tendered- <br />grace, utterly unyielding. <br /> <br />unto the bottomless <br />dept of the earth <br />has no sounding of horns, <br />a winged-god deprived <br />of love has fallen.<br /><br />Alice Cuenca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/free-falling-3/
