I hear the echoes of the screaming skies
From a distance where a day goes to die
As Helios’s chariot finishes a day’s race
With a long scarlet tail of the glowing smokes
Spreading into heavens and earth ablaze.
The dusk murmuration has already left me
In the lurch of neverending longing for love –
The sweetness of spirit, the warmth of soul
Carried on the wings of messengers of fate:
Owls, Swifts, Blackbirds, Cranes, Starlings… –
The lonely souls of the dead now together
Fly the memories of tears and heartaches
Into the world of nature that never fails them.
So I wait for a murmuration all over again
Standing on a top of the hill or on a high cliff
To catch the screaming flock of ghosts in flight
And wish that I could become one anon.