If memories were sparrows they would nest in my hair, and sing in my ear their songs of deliverance.
If memories were sparrows, I would mend up their broken, and set flight the dark wing—the wild thing on bough.
If memories were sparrows, I would feed them on dreams and the seeds of my longing, shelter their offspring from rain and from fire.
And then they would flourish—guarding my journeys with song ever-present
On earth and in sky.
If memories were sparrows.
This poem, written for "The Great Poem Caper"
to see more about The Great Poem Caper
the blog of L.L. Barkat: "seedlings in stone".
