The Hawk

If you listen carefully among the trees
the memories there will let you see
the figure that vanished so long ago
the vision of freedom willed to let go.

She still roams these woods by day & by night
Still caught in dreams of battles, she fights
The eyes of a hawk, the smile of a dream
Though left behind, not as forgotten as seemed.

No, the lady still lives among the shadow of worlds
Where memories run wild and fly with the birds
The spell that was cast to seal her fate
Was spoken from love and not from hate.

The lady, the hawk, still roam these lands
Her footprints erased like waves clean the sand
But if you speak her name with passion and heart
She will return once again, a memory never to part.

The Hawk by Kay Lynn Rice

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