The silhouette of a bird on the
window sill is paired with chirping.
The radiant morning
sun is impairing to the vision as
the days crawl toward the edge of dusk.
Provisional blindness sharpens the
other senses and regrets fade
as nostalgia enhances the mood.
Warmth is forever enduring
even where there is metal.
The days fade and the obscurity
of the night is in a race against time
while in search of substance as
a cycle travels in a
circle only to meet its sudden demise.
The sky is a multi-layered shroud.
Thick blankets of gray, slowly
drift in the wind as the faint light
of a late morning searches for a
place to make its presence known.
I can see the barren lifelessness
surrounding as my eyes peek
through a tiny hole in the window.
Faucets still run in the background
and they help to occupy the silence.
Yet, I find everything beyond
the gates, enchanting as I daydream
about what it is like for birds of
prey on days when there
is a variable wind.
You are a beautiful and delicate
flower of a particular genus
that thrives in the warmth of summer.
Your nectar
makes you a siren that has
attracted many suitors to gorge until full.
While escaping your lair, I was smitten….
obsession is prevalent in a stare.
The epitome of every hue….shades of pink
damp like the morning dew but
possessed with the snugness of a warm deluge.
Affinity is more than just uncommon
in the midst of a taste test.
A fragrance that is truly particular
is lingering like a shroud.
Innocence is more than just a way
to describe your bloom that is brought
up by a late afternoon. There is definitely
more to the presence of your vibrancy.
And I can’t help but mourn as
you slowly fade away and
wither in silence.
