BIRD FORM

designed by Sharlota Ban 

Our soul has bird form when we fly back.

Poem by Celestine 

 I was the master of the mute angels

Down on their knees, 
The cosmos appeared full of ants swept by the earth.

Bird-shaped,
Rested on a man's shoulder with hungry eyes
Watching his dreams:

Frugal dreams of a clay dance
Fell from the sky.

Bird-shaped dreams,
When man wanted Icarus wings.

Dance with me,

Hand in hand with death
Imitating the stars,

For God made the sky
In the form of a bird.

  
Bird-shaped,

Put the last God on Earth.

His noisy arms mesmerized the dawn

The heaven crucified by humans
Need bird wings to rise again. 
A new scintillation of love laid down on my shoulders.
I came to you in the form of a bird.

 

 Our bones grow when we die

In a world of fanatics I stood on my foot of light,

Made the epitome of how to use the wings

 Like a drain inside the heart made by the mortals.