Flying Machines

Your laugh
Would make the airy wings
Of a Butterfly
Fall to Earth as bricks

And your smile
Although it has flown on the wings
Of an Eagle
Stays firmly on the ground

Behind your eyes
There hides the steely wrath
Of a Raven
Hiding the past from me

Your hands, My Love
Have been firm around the neck
Of a Dove
Crying for his life

In your heart
Has been long preparing for the flight
Of your many Flying Machines
Wishing to be forever

Among The Birds