10.28.24

There was a burst into my dreams

No monster

No tragedy 

But a beautiful little bird

That flew north for the winter

Taking a warmth with her that I’ve wandered the world to find

My feet have grown weary as the years pass

Some have been kind

Some have been cruel

Joys and sorrows

Heaped in equal measure 

But the little bird’s song leads me 

Onward 

Hoping that this exile’s hearts will find rest again