[Flitting Wings] E l i s h i y a
B e c k
To those who walk the wintry winds On fleet of wing, the sun rescinds And gives way to torrential rain And lest our lives begin again To those aloft before the rays Biding ‘till the ends of days When from their roost, there comes a storm Relinquished from the dogged warm To those inlaid with threadbare fleece In a brilliant masterpiece Who beat their beauty up above In a desperate cry for love To those who rest in kennel-beds And silently anoint their heads As denizens both great and small Ascend the steps before the fall To those enclosed in iron bars Staring down the passing cars Yearning, striving to be free Deprived of natural harmony To those who surf on seas of clouds In writhing, twisting, tumbling crowds That ebb and flow, as you should know To find a refuge down below 12
