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
Its beauty was such, and I felt I must have it
She stood all day, nearly into the night
Finally angered that I couldnt catch it
Determined that I would stop it in flight
I found a stone by a mountain stream flowing
Rounded and smoothed by the waters 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 couldnt stand it that I was so free
Now you will never see me again