And like a balloon,
he rises above all others,
while like a child,
I gaze upon him,
with starry eyes,
and try to hold on to him,
before he floats from my grasp.

Hands, feet, hair, clothes, faces,
In a crowd they all bleed together, all look the same,
and i'm desperately searching for your passing figure,
Smiles, frowns, looking down,
everything becomes a nauseating swirl,
as I too am spinning to find my center,
teal, blue, yellow, green,
they all pummel me like crashing waves,
and suddenly all of the chaos dulls,
as my senses are wrapped in a familiar comfort...

your scent

Eyes rise and are captured by yours,
and i'm suddenly grounded by the deep earthy browns,
as your gaze makes everything fall into place,
the storm calms and the waves die,
I finally find my center,
*my beacon in the sea

Little bird, you perch so daintily on the swinging bar of your heavy iron cage,
flitting back and forth looking, here and there,
But behind thy beautiful breast and chiseled beak,
is a deep tempest of boiling rage.
Quick! Here comes the roaring audience again!
They scream and beg of you to dance and sing,
better keep up the charade little bird,
or they will throw you off the stage.

Little bird longs to be from its prison,
But with clipped wings it's impossible to take flight,
The iron cage seems to be slowly constricting,
and little bird decides it can't take any more of this "life" ,
Soon the master comes by again to feed it crumbs from his ***** hands,
the rusty door slowly opens with a creak,
little bird makes a choice and decides to take a risk,
and with sudden faith, makes its final leap.

Little bird free falls through the air,
the taste of liberation is so incredibly sweet,
but all good things must come to an end,
and with a crash that beautiful bird hit the ground,
and with it's final breath makes it' s last little tweet.