Through night and moisture  I listen for an answer–
wild geese go south  but my heart remains unmoved,
crying in painful glory  falling through a vast unknown

I feel like writing  and singing
a dark story:  a blues deeper than the midnight echoes of birds–
Them carrying away  all the heaviness that binds me
on their two white wings  entangled with the wind–
I don’t know where  I will send these flying shadows
I don’t know what  to call the hidden lights
of my soul’s dearest things  that have retreated into silence 

A cleave poem for dVerse.  Laura gave us 3 poems in translation, and asked us to use one as inspiration for our own verse.  I chose “Migratory Birds” by Desanka Maksimovi  which is the left hand half, above.  The right hand is my poem, and together they make a third poem.  You can read about cleave poems here.