Blind to the night
I fly between Worlds
Visions of Light
Guiding my way.

Descending to his touch
My wings beating softly
The Love is too much
And the tears fall.

The wellspring gushes
The barriers broken
The heartbeat rushes
Toward it's destiny.

He is the Mountain
I am the Kestrel
I drink from his Fountain
To rise yet again

Bound soul to soul
My spirit then rises
So completely whole
I will never want again

On renewed wings
I vault to the Sun
Now my heart Sings
The Song of the Sky.

Copyright Caitlin McKnelly 2000

Back to Poetry