He walks through the forest
quick, deliberate
following the horizon, hurrying towards it
though it remains, always in the distance
his eyes are glazed with sadness
though sharp
even in darkness where he thrives
they miss nothing
not the sparrows or the doves
that he has paused to admire along the way
nor the coyote
who watches him at night, keeping his distance
he is accustomed to the sounds of the forest
he has learned them
as he has learned the paths
carved by those who walked before him
fueled by his certainty, he is in motion.
he was in motion.
once there was a flutter of wings
and a flash of color
sudden and vivid, unexpected.
it came from deep in the trees
and then, a sound.
it was a most beautiful song
sweet, alluring
the song of a gentle creature
but he turned away
he had always kept the depths of the forest at bay
he feared it.
yet he could not escape her song
her music filled the forest now
and he stopped.
this was no ordinary bird
he must find her
for the first time he left the path
into the trees,
into absolute darkness
stumbling, grasping
he tried to turn back.
it wasn't the right time
the horizon seemed so close.
but he was lost.
the creature's song became closer
sweeter, more enchanting
it was her.
it was the one.
she came into view at last
with feathers of pink and blue
the loveliest shades.
they were long at the tail
delicate, soft
seated with the most innocent eyes
yet there was an unspoken strength about her
it was threatening to him
mysterious
he had not encountered such a duality
"come, little bird" he said
and she came gladly
she perched upon his shoulder, chirping happily
then she flew,
one tree to the next
and he followed her
to worlds unknown.
she showed him waterfalls
and calm pools.
beautiful stones and flowers.
all the wonders of the forest.
a world of fantasy and timelessness
she was certainly the one.
he was sure of it.
he pulled out a pouch from his breast pocket.
he had always carried it
was always waiting.
it contained the finest, most delicious seeds
and he fed them to her
she grew to eat nothing else.
though she flew to him each day, he worried.
what if she flies away and never returns?
it was unbearable.
it was what kept him away all these years.
from his pack he pulled out a cage.
it was well fashioned and intricate
he filled it with his seeds.
when she flew to him, he placed her inside
she was hungry and did not resist.
though he kept feeding her, she grew to be sad.
she missed the forest
the trees,
freedom.
he talked of keeping her forever
and her heart began to die.
he felt her fear
and he feared losing her.
"If you would just let me fly amongst the trees once more, I will always visit you, everyday forever"
she pleaded.
he could not understand.
his sharpness collapsed under his fear
one day the bird no longer pleaded.
she no longer looked upon him with the same gentle eyes.
she lost her appetite for his wicked seeds
and did not hunger for them anymore.
she unleashed her strength upon the foul cage
and burst from it
angry, betrayed
how could a creature such as him find a place in the forest?
she flew away
and no longer sang, but wept quietly in the highest of trees.
down below, he wept too
but he grew angry with her.
he hated her.
she had wronged him, she left.
but he would never forget her song.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
He walks through the forest
quick, deliberate
following the horizon, hurrying towards it
though it remains, always in the distance
his eyes are glazed with sadness
though sharp
even in darkness where he thrives
they miss nothing
not the sparrows or the doves
that he has paused to admire along the way
nor the coyote
who watches him at night, keeping his distance
he is accustomed to the sounds of the forest
he has learned them
as he has learned the paths
carved by those who walked before him
fueled by his certainty, he is in motion.
he was in motion.
once there was a flutter of wings
and a flash of color
sudden and vivid, unexpected.
it came from deep in the trees
and then, a sound.
it was a most beautiful song
sweet, alluring
the song of a gentle creature
but he turned away
he had always kept the depths of the forest at bay
he feared it.
yet he could not escape her song
her music filled the forest now
and he stopped.
this was no ordinary bird
he must find her
for the first time he left the path
into the trees,
into absolute darkness
stumbling, grasping
he tried to turn back.
it wasn't the right time
the horizon seemed so close.
but he was lost.
the creature's song became closer
sweeter, more enchanting
it was her.
it was the one.
she came into view at last
with feathers of pink and blue
the loveliest shades.
they were long at the tail
delicate, soft
seated with the most innocent eyes
yet there was an unspoken strength about her
it was threatening to him
mysterious
he had not encountered such a duality
"come, little bird" he said
and she came gladly
she perched upon his shoulder, chirping happily
then she flew,
one tree to the next
and he followed her
to worlds unknown.
she showed him waterfalls
and calm pools.
beautiful stones and flowers.
all the wonders of the forest.
a world of fantasy and timelessness
she was certainly the one.
he was sure of it.
he pulled out a pouch from his breast pocket.
he had always carried it
was always waiting.
it contained the finest, most delicious seeds
and he fed them to her
she grew to eat nothing else.
though she flew to him each day, he worried.
what if she flies away and never returns?
it was unbearable.
it was what kept him away all these years.
from his pack he pulled out a cage.
it was well fashioned and intricate
he filled it with his seeds.
when she flew to him, he placed her inside
she was hungry and did not resist.
though he kept feeding her, she grew to be sad.
she missed the forest
the trees,
freedom.
he talked of keeping her forever
and her heart began to die.
he felt her fear
and he feared losing her.
"If you would just let me fly amongst the trees once more, I will always visit you, everyday forever"
she pleaded.
he could not understand.
his sharpness collapsed under his fear
one day the bird no longer pleaded.
she no longer looked upon him with the same gentle eyes.
she lost her appetite for his wicked seeds
and did not hunger for them anymore.
she unleashed her strength upon the foul cage
and burst from it
angry, betrayed
how could a creature such as him find a place in the forest?
she flew away
and no longer sang, but wept quietly in the highest of trees.
down below, he wept too
but he grew angry with her.
he hated her.
she had wronged him, she left.
but he would never forget her song.
