golden bird

walking along on a path in the mountains

i saw a bird flying way up high

gold were its wings in the sun of the morning

flashing at me as it flew through the sky

it's beauty was such

and i felt i must have it

she stood all day

nearly into the night

finally angered that i couldn't catch it

determined that i would stop it in flight. i found a stone by a mountain stream flowing

rounded and smoothed by the water's fast flow

it felt so warm and alive in my hand

it was an arrow

my arm was a bow. then a flashing of wings

and a cry pierced the air

it fluttered and it fell on the rocks at my feet

weeping i left it

the thing that had fallen

blood stained my hands and tears wet my cheek. later that night as i lay in my bed

i heard the sound of wings in the air

the room became bathed in a warm

golden glow

i opened my eyes and a woman stood there. did not you know when you hurt me so cruelly

i was your love

i was your friend. you couldn't stand it that i was so free

now you will never see me again.