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
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2 comments:
Songbird . . . I love that little moment described with some much poetry. Thanks.
Thank you, so much, PM . . .You are welcome . .
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