He came and rested
like a bird on my shoulder
Cautiously testing the suitability
and equilibrium of his perch
After a few inquisitive glances,
he seemed to ease.
I let out a slow careful breath...
Then another...
and rather gently built up a rhythm
so as not to startle him
lest he fly away.
And seemingly resolved,
he inched closer
till I could feel the flutter of his breast
and the gentle nuzzling of his head on my ear
My conciousness bade him welcome
such beautiful iridescent blues
straddled his white breast
and piercing blue eyes peered through
a velveteen mask
nestled upon a darkened beak
A striking fellow.
his weary feet belied his beautiful veneer
upon closer inspection,
I notice a small part of him missing,
maybe caught in some fierce struggle for life,
I had enjoyed him fluttering and flitting about weaving such wonderful things with trinkets collected from his travels
There was something ethereal,
yet lonesome in his posture
like that of a wise man
whose trials had marked
the strength of the lines
in his weary well travelled face
but a youthfulness glowed beneath
that smiling eyes could betray in an instant.
It felt like he knew me.
An old friend of the cosmos
that I'd crossed by and by.
And when I dared
and he dared,
our eyes met
and instantly our souls
recognised some ancient promise.
After an endless moment of acquiescence
He began to whisper his mystical wanderings chasing the astral turning of tides.
He whispered ancient mysteries in my ear,
of being lost in endless Odyssey's
revealing our secret truths laid amongst the stars waiting to transform
and reunite in some spectacular way,
some new creation
to flush away the yearning of brighter ways.
I pointed them out to him on the horizon
and I did my best to assure him they were there,
it was then that I spotted that low bow that
broke bare and it hung there
In front of him like a stalking giant,
oh well I whispered
"what's the meaning of existence,
if at least we don't try?"
And off we flew in a different direction
searching for some metaphorical chainsaw
to make for a clearer view.
We couldn't help but feel we were missing something...
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 8:04 AM UTC
He came and rested
like a bird on my shoulder
Cautiously testing the suitability
and equilibrium of his perch
After a few inquisitive glances,
he seemed to ease.
I let out a slow careful breath...
Then another...
and rather gently built up a rhythm
so as not to startle him
lest he fly away.
And seemingly resolved,
he inched closer
till I could feel the flutter of his breast
and the gentle nuzzling of his head on my ear
My conciousness bade him welcome
such beautiful iridescent blues
straddled his white breast
and piercing blue eyes peered through
a velveteen mask
nestled upon a darkened beak
A striking fellow.
his weary feet belied his beautiful veneer
upon closer inspection,
I notice a small part of him missing,
maybe caught in some fierce struggle for life,
I had enjoyed him fluttering and flitting about weaving such wonderful things with trinkets collected from his travels
There was something ethereal,
yet lonesome in his posture
like that of a wise man
whose trials had marked
the strength of the lines
in his weary well travelled face
but a youthfulness glowed beneath
that smiling eyes could betray in an instant.
It felt like he knew me.
An old friend of the cosmos
that I'd crossed by and by.
And when I dared
and he dared,
our eyes met
and instantly our souls
recognised some ancient promise.
After an endless moment of acquiescence
He began to whisper his mystical wanderings chasing the astral turning of tides.
He whispered ancient mysteries in my ear,
of being lost in endless Odyssey's
revealing our secret truths laid amongst the stars waiting to transform
and reunite in some spectacular way,
some new creation
to flush away the yearning of brighter ways.
I pointed them out to him on the horizon
and I did my best to assure him they were there,
it was then that I spotted that low bow that
broke bare and it hung there
In front of him like a stalking giant,
oh well I whispered
"what's the meaning of existence,
if at least we don't try?"
And off we flew in a different direction
searching for some metaphorical chainsaw
to make for a clearer view.
We couldn't help but feel we were missing something...
A little inspiration
