We can’t fly free like birds
if we’re stuck being the same,
remaining superficial and in the same lanes.
Birds of a feather flock together, as they say.

When is it that you’ll spread your wings?
Or are you scared of the wind?
With your view from the sky,
solace is a very powerful thing,
often haunting through silence.
A clear mind has no outside influences.
So, when we land we land on smooth surfaces.

Your love surpasses the reaches of the universe.
Calling out to me for the thousandth time.
The language of my love only speaks to you.
Taste them like the ink in a love letter.
Your hands glide around my skin so delicately,
an eternal sensation between realities.
Let your soul be free of pain and anxiety.

I want to trace the contour of your body,
where longing and love reside.
Marking my territory of endless possibilities
that you and I share.
Our love has found its eternal home.

I lay here as my heavy eyes fought me.
Is it the same to thank God for waking me up,
when I didn’t go to sleep?

I left my curtains closed so the illusion of night still clings.
At a moment, I heard the sun sigh.

          I don’t want to talk right now.
          Come back when there is cotton candy in the sky.

My thoughts of you were silenced
as I heard the birds yell at me.
I’ll try again tomorrow—
I promise them.