OUT OF A CLOUD
by
Jack Forge


Out of a cloud, the dawn bore a white bird
sailing on the breath of day
before you spoke to me
or you cared what I had to say.

High on a reverie I saw the bird
diving in the airy spray,
blown off a cresting sea,
then dissolve in a yawning wave.

When will I see you again?
Where will you rise again?
A wing tip shining in the sun,
taking off alone on the wind.

Follow me, follow me, you say.
Come to me, come take my hand.
Surf rolls over the words
you speak in the sand.

O bird, when you fly,
bird, when you fly,
look at me standing here.
Remember me when you soar the sea.

Could I fly,
should I fly,
I would try for all eternity.