Thursday, August 11, 2011

Songbird . . .






songbird . . . my sunny songbird
      why do I let you fly
                      so small and frail
      against the stormy sky . . .
you are blown away from me
              so quickly . .
a moment's salty froth
                 leaping into the air
dissipated against the rocky shore . .

I hear you singing in the breeze . . .
a slight flutter like a leaf, blown
carelessly . . . the shadowy branches
scratch against the night sky. . .
your eyes are like the star's glance,
a mere twinkle and a sigh. . .
I leave you in the clouds
             that drift. . .
                          love is like that. . .
the feather
           soft in the breeze
your presence, like
           the song's burst
an echo in the night
           your dream, a fragile bubble
bursting at first light








2 comments:

CŒDES Pierre-Marie said...

Songbird . . . I love that little moment described with some much poetry. Thanks.

Wolfsong said...

Thank you, so much, PM . . .You are welcome . .