when there's post
who is it you hope
has written you?

when there's rain
do you feel it's in vain
if i asked to picnic with you?

i'd have to say
i'd like to stay
if only it's with you

open your window
i'm speaking to you now
if for anything, to let in some air

sure, it's chilly
but the birds sound so silly
when in the dead of winter
they sing

The beach was still and silent.

Even the birds had found new playgrounds this winter,

A desert landscape with only our footprints to bear,

And yours were heavier than mine.


We ran and ran and felt like we got nowhere.

Couldn't dent that stretch of land no matter how hard we tried,

I lied and told you I hadn't been there before,

Lying to you never felt right.


And when the new sand blew,

It covered up our sins white lies and false apologies.

A clean slate and those things didn't matter anymore,

It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.

I'm down on the floor,
beggin' You,
my True Faithful Amen,
because it's up to You.
not ending this with, 'amen' -
it's not done, it doesn't end,
not until I see,
my Amen face to face,
saved from this place.
@author_venjarnold

Through a window high above the concrete,
you can hear the birds singing.
It’s an acapella symphony,
chirps like violins carved into trees.

Hope clutters the sky
It reaches as high as it can
towards the sun
Hope has learned to fly,
to belong to something bigger than anyone can see.
God does not keep hope in a cage
in his living room.
Hope is a messenger,
reminding the earth
that it is made of,
that it is because
of love.

When I saw the way your eyes shined,
the birdsong came in
through my heart’s open window.
It was like the summer sky had come down,
was knocking at my door,
inviting me to dance barefoot
across hot pavement.
I longed to fall in love
with the flutter
of a butterfly’s wings
and the shape
of every flower.

You were something like hope.
Like you had looked it in the eye
and decided the whole world
needed to know.

the worlds want me to fly higher,
        but you don't care about my
        wings so i cut it & put in a box.
        i had a dream,
        my imperfect dreams.
        i want to chase winds.
        but they say most birds who
        chase wind are fools,
        so i stop chasing.
        i had a dream,
        my imperfect dream.
        i want to vanish without a trace.
        crazy for a little bird like me
        who cut its wings.
        a long time ago
        i had a nest called
        home(house)?
        i don't know
        i don't care
        maybe someday
        if you care enough
        i will have a courage
        to find my wings again
        
        ©IGMS 2020

Jump with new courage
With them leap like you have wings
Fly as free as birds

When side by side,
the hues of we
blend in untried
like the serenity of nature with rumpus of birds on a tree.