Have you ever seen swallows in flight? They look so free, frolicking up there in the heights of sky, soaring through the expressive expanse of it. Like anchors unweighted. I always think of them like the spirit in that way - delighting in the berth of sky, free, at last. Sara Teasdale's lovely lyrical language captures this perfectly.
Deep In The Night - Sara Teasdale
Deep in the night the cry of a swallow,
Under the stars he flew,
Keen as pain was his call to follow
Over the world to you.
Love in my heart is a cry forever
Lost as the swallow's flight,
Seeking for you and never, never
Stilled by the stars at night.
Swallows Flight - Sara Teasdale
I love my hour of wind and light,
I love men's faces and their eyes,
I love my spirit's veering flight
Like swallows under evening skies.