golden bird

walking along on a path in the mountains, i saw a bird flying way up high, gold were its wings in the sun of the morning, flashing at me as it flew through the sky, it's beauty was such, and i felt i must have it, she stood all day, nearly into the night, finally angered that i couldn't catch it, determined that i would stop it in flight. i found a stone by a mountain stream flowing, rounded and smoothed by the water's fast flow, it felt so warm and alive in my hand, it was an arrow, my arm was a bow. then a flashing of wings, and a cry pierced the air, it fluttered and it fell on the rocks at my feet, weeping i left it, the thing that had fallen, blood stained my hands and tears wet my cheek. later that night as i lay in my bed, i heard the sound of wings in the air, the room became bathed in a warm, golden glow, i opened my eyes and a woman stood there. did not you know when you hurt me so cruelly, i was your love, i was your friend. you couldn't stand it that i was so free, now you will never see me again.