Firebird’s Song

By Catt Kingsgrave

I know when I am wanted, however far removed

And though you know it not yourself, I know when I am loved

I feel the tug of longing, although you never knew

When netting down a thieving bird, t’was I entangled you.

I know. I know when I am wanted.

I feel you stroke the feather that I left within your grip

I hear the name I taught you tremble, unsaid on your lip.

I know you dream about me, though your eyes trace other sights;

Of magic, wealth, and power, and a maiden frail and white.

I know. I know when I am wanted.

You saw my eyes of amber and you dreamed her golden hair

You watched me soar and thought of eyes like to the brilliant air.

Her dancing grace, her lily brow, all this you loved from me

I don’t begrudge your mortal love, but wonder if you see.

I know. I know when I am wanted.

The wizard dead, his servants fled, my debt repaid in full.

And I could fly without the weight of unpaid honour’s pull

You’d your pretty princess there, tight-clinging to your sleeve,

But I saw you stretch your hand when I arose to take my leave

I know when I am wanted, your longing never dies

And when your lady’s sleeping, I hear your passioned sighs

I know if I should ask it, you would offer me your life.

I know when I am wanted, but I wonder; does your wife?

Poor thing. I know when I am wanted.