Free (Poetry monthly)
Tue, 08 Dec 2015
of you in moons
and stars and
the blackest lace.
I saw the truth deep in your eyes,
as I gazed at your lovely face. I saw a bird, a nightingale,
trapped behind wires, confined. Sadness overwhelmed your
wings, you had left your song behind. I stroked your
feathers and with a smile I bid my
bird goodbye and laughed through tears
of joy and sadness as I heard
wings and fly.