Love as a bird flying free
dying daily to un-cage
attachment.
Snipping
cords binding unwinding
expectations only hold
a box of memories,
only
those moments to
sleep more on satin
sheets in cotton thread.
Im not sure if he loves me
or if I read, a reflection
in the mind of me
love
as the bird flying free.
Come what may as
it leaves the warmth
of winter awakening
spring. Till summer
speaks from my window
to the bird thats flying
free. Detaching the cords
uncage my soul, his soul
our soul.
Upload to cloud
in memories.
Moments.
Quilted in the silken sky.
Love as a bird flying free