Theirs a little bird that sits outside my window every morning...
Not knowing i've been watching it too
I hear it in my sleep and imagine it while I'm awake when its not there
It'll come and go daily like the moon and sun
But it did not rerurn today like usual
Wait for his homecoming is all I can do
Its been gone for too long..
I've been gone for too long
I'm the bird that you wait for
My trail of words is all I leave for you
I have no longer become your daily comfort
You can sit and wait for me by the window...
Or know that someday I'll come back to you
Wow,
I really like the way you handled this one, first not sure whether the bird is real or imaginary then not sure if it skips into metaphor or a literal vein. Very intelligent and artful use of words and ideas. I am further impressed! Thanks SS.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Its pretty much there for
Its pretty much there for your interpretation!
LoL
It's pretty much like your poem says, wait for you and your next gem! Good to know you'll be back ;)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."