Cuckoo
21st June 2014
The Cuckoo
With joy I heard your song
Heralding the march of spring
At first fleetingly,
Uncertain, across the valley
From years ago, it echoed.
Rolling across the hills.
Each note a pulse
Beating, the drum of fate
A prophecy
That has to be fulfilled.
Wisp like you appeared
Pan's shadow
Legend and myth
At the edges of memory
And the season drifted away
Your song dissolving
Such a simple song
Two notes
Curled
into the shape of space
Like a rhythm,
Like the heart beat of life.
Sil....ence.
With joy I heard your song
Heralding the march of spring
At first fleetingly,
Uncertain, across the valley
From years ago, it echoed.
Rolling across the hills.
Each note a pulse
Beating, the drum of fate
A prophecy
That has to be fulfilled.
Wisp like you appeared
Pan's shadow
Legend and myth
At the edges of memory
And the season drifted away
Your song dissolving
Such a simple song
Two notes
Curled
into the shape of space
Like a rhythm,
Like the heart beat of life.
Sil....ence.