like magic from nowhere appearing in sight.
She was on a branch brightening the tree,
or the whole sky!
Her presence as soft as clouds,
wandering above up high.
Before I was aware the bird disappeared.
And the search began,
in books, talks and beams,
in signs, omens and dreams.
Was she an illusion?
Play of mind?
Desired by heart?
But then one night, she murmured in my dream ‘if you could believe me once.’