Strings of starlight fall lightly
onto tired eyes that gaze in solitude
with only the wind for a companion
whistling gently through the cracked crimson gold leaves of autumn
that drift quietly
onto frost bitten ground.
And in the shadows lay
our bones that are no longer lost
only broken.
wary glances are what crack the night sky
which dances in a cold and distant light
and my soul is suddenly full
of tears
once
again.
feeling like the ocean each night
as I seep salt water onto wrinkled cheeks
worn down by the soft pounding
of ragged waves
which toss the broken bits of my
heart as they would
shattered shells.
Rolling into the grit of the wild movement
I succumb to the sadness pulling
at my limbs
flooding my lids which droop,
weary from so many tears.
And yet
he still
pulls at my tides
and I wish, with storms battering my insides, that this
feeling will cease
because I am worn and heartsick
from this never ending crashing of waves
eroding my body with their insidious
pain.

What has come over me of late
The sound of falling footsteps behind
Sends all my senses on a strike
Leaving me with thunderous pounding of the heart
My mind then buzzes with thoughts and I go dizzy
Why this happens to me every now and then
Is this what you call love?

Why I nurse the aura of a beautiful dream
Why I see the Earth wearing new shades
Why I feel the wind whispering to me a new tale
Why I doubt if there is greater melody in the twitter of birds
Why do I feel this moment intoxicating
Never have I felt like this before
Is this what you call love?

Of late I run to the mirror more often
Am I becoming another Narcissus
Falling in love with my own image
Why do I become so choosy in my dress
Why do I look around to see if anyone has seen me smiling to myself
I wonder what has happened to me these days
Is this what you call love?

Why do I see stars on a bare night sky
Why I feel the night air indolently fragrant
Why sleep eludes me even at the wee hours of the night
Making me sit delirious by the window
Hoping to catch the glimpse of a shadow
Why this happens night after night
Is this what you call love?

Why my mind wanders like an unattended kite
I grow excited, I grow restless
I grow impatient with time
Sometimes anxiety grips me
I sink and rise in the ocean of my moods
There is a visible change in me
Is this what you call love?

Silently cry the birds...

Take your eyes from your screens.
And notice me.
Watch the sky.
See beauty.
Look away from busyness.
Look away from technology.
Which holds you in chains every day.
From noticing beauty.
From seeing God's glory.
In creatures.
In creation.
Take your eyes from your screens.
From your obsession.
And notice me.
Notice beauty.
Look!  There are hundreds of us
flying overhead in the blue summer sky.
Don't you see us?
Will you just stop.
For a moment.
And look up.
To beauty.

Silently cry the birds...
Will we heed their cry,
or pass them by?
Will we wait until it's too late?

Silently cry the birds.