Had I not turned my head towards the mountain
Perhaps I would not have seen her
I would not have know she was ever here
Ever in a place we have never known
Such magical birds to fly
White on white were her feathers in the snow
As she flew silently through the trees
Blending in with the white sky, the white air
A vision that makes you wonder
If what you are seeing is real
I still am not certain
Was this just a dream?
She was not there for me
I knew that then
The fact that I was lucky enough to see her
Was chance on my part
But of no effect on her
I was an observer
She was in flight
We always think it must be about me
And for our own comfort
Relate it all back to how it effects me
There was nothing made for me here
I was just there
Below the flight path of this great white bird
Able to see this surreal vision
Until my eyes could not separate her from the white of the snow
And no one else to see
No one else to know
She was not there for me.
