A call rings through the morning air Flies swiftly through forest plumage River of sunlight Slips between branches Flight from post to post I see the eyes Reflected as mirror pools The endless blue The everlasting height and creation Tickle of wind on every fiber The yourning call to the sky Heart beat in synch With every wingstroke Sunlight a incandescent downpour Filtered through underbrush And leaf Memory and instinct A luminescent picture show Places seen and never to be Desert and forest clasp hands Valley and mountain embrace In the traveling minds manifest Closer I come closer To this bird who’s soul Is an unimaginable Gateway to a world of the unknown And to one that's been clipped Tethered to the ground To the bottom of all hope A yourn for a forsaken reunion with the sky I see a soul The wind The sky The cage