For the Love of it

My one wing friend, it was not I but the wind.

From the mighty trees, you rumbled.

My heart has pieces that are no longer here.

You must be insane if you dare to keep flying.

I hear you singing, and flapping about.

Say it a little more

I love you.

Cry if you must,

with no regrets, lest fear tumbled home

And caging chains humbled their bars.

And mumbling dreams are forgotten.

VisionarieKindness©2016

 

 

 

Advertisements

12 thoughts on “For the Love of it

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s