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Dusk murmuration

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.