Their haunting voices calling,
And echo off the darkened sky
While gentle snow is falling
Their calls stir feelings deep inside,
To lofty heights I’m thrust,
And yearn for freedom on the wings
Of wind and wanderlust
They take with them my thoughts and dreams
To wander far away,
And as I watch them disappear
Here on the ground I stay
Waiting for their staunch return
On another moonlit night,
When once more they will call to me
To join their graceful flight.
© Vicki Correia 2015
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