He wonders what manner of grim,
Staves her from writing back to him,
Whilst he waits and muses forlorn:
Why in lieu of roses have cacti grown?

When or where or what nature of blunder,
Has conspired to rift peas of a pod asunder.
With flagging quill on soaked parchment
He slowly bleeds as his young heart is rent.

Perhaps his slumping state my stir the angels,
To rush and gently whisper in her dainty ears,
That like the depths of ocean its surface tumult quell,
Their embrace will dispel their little-big fears.

It's a vast wide empty featureless sky
And no bird in it knows how or why

One zips frantically from tree A to B
Another floats aimlessly looking for a place to be

Some gather in a flock and just sing a happy song
While some solitary search for a perch to belong

Some show their colours at hello, some at goodbye
Some survive with pride, some thrive on the sly

Some stay grounded, for them the sky is a wretched thing
While some yet learn to soar again with a broken wing

Some are born with talons, some destined to be prey
Some see the light in the morning, some at close of day

Some see as the worm, some from up on high
Still, no bird in it really knows how or why.

I apologize for my elusive attitude,
I’ve been in my fortress of solitude.
I’m sorry to those I’ve been remiss,
My reason for that, is simply this:
Beyond the how and what, a guy,
Must sit and meditate on the why.

The dainty feathers all knew their perch,
As the leaves changed their hue, and again.
Until a fire, born of green lust, did besmirch,
The order of the forest held in timeless reign.

The delicate birds were all forced to flight,
Only some sought within, midst fiery storm,
For an uncharted course in misty sight,
Most of a feather banded together to a swarm.

But where does that feathery flock aim to go?
In the clasp of perfidious smoke quick to smother
Does every or any in that confident band know?
That absolutely everyone in a swarm follows another!

You're settling down to drink in your sunset
I am bubbling up to breathe in the morning light

The best of you frolics in your past
I'm stepping, and up, to a future dance

You're grounded to your reality, to your end
I've leaped off my edge, to give flight a chance

Were the world to stop spinning, I'd walk over
And see the world from you point of view

But I cannot cease my march into the Sun
I cannot halt the dew drops upon my face

You crave a sanctuary, a cave behind a waterfall
I brave the wild currents of that river to the sea

I wish both Sun and Moon in my sky to be
But alas that is not the way

So with heavy heart I must depart, but say
Unto you is you and to me is me.

If I could change the world at all,
I'd change it in a heartbeat,

So total darkness could never fall
That dusk and dawn may meet.

The tide comes silently sweeping in
And embraces the warm sands in sight

The beach is lost beneath the water thin
As throes of waves thresh left and right

But soon with woe the beach is beset
For after its fill the tides' soon to take flight

To the lonely burning beach is owed a debt
Its winged messengers who beseech at closing light

Are found to rejoice the return in an aerial banquet
Of the tide to her beach in the night.

Your life won't matter,
until you shatter
the shackles of prejudices,
that bind your noble soul
in the dungeon of delusions.

Commercial enterprise
is consumed with avarice,
it does not seek to enlighten
you, but merely to frighten
and facts are nought but profiting lies.

Question what you presumed,
for the truth must be exhumed.
Spend your life digging deep
for diamonds you will reap
under lots of time and pressure.

When you finally see the light,
you will be blessed by the sight.
Your life transformed to a song
with courage to right the wrong.