Nightbird

My soul is heavy, grounded
when it only wishes to be
the nightbird
whose wings cut the midnight sky.

The nightbird's song
is the sweet lullaby of the shadow
which dances and sings
in the stars that light up the sky.

I try to climb onto the back
of the nightbird
in which the wind sweeps
underneath and glides in tempo.

My soul is one
with the nightbird
who calls me
to the sky.