Song bird

Some things are not yours

Beautiful song bird 

I would you were mine 

to myself alone you'd sing 

in a cage pristine plumage I'd spy 

I would be your everything 

but in the dark 

feathers would dim 

your song quiet with time 

no longer the glory 

you had on your own

when you'd soar 

the bright blue sky

It's enough to see 

you from afar

and hear your 

tremolo cry

To see you drift 

through clouds above

this moment 

captured in time

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I have two bird feeders in my yard. I love to hear the morning birds sing. Dave, the poem is so wonderful. You create thoughts and view. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote

[Dave W.]

Agian you are most welcome my dude

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Dave.

[Tumi]

It feels like a song to a beloved
Love the flow

[Dave W.]

Thank you Tumi, I wonder how the song would sound, what the melody would be......

[A.H.]

wonderful writing. reads like music. somethings may not be ours, most things are not. it's hard to hold onto things, rather we flow like a river enjoying the things on our way :)

[Dave W.]

Beautiful things are wonderful when we learn to let them go. Thank you for the reveiw.

[A.H.]

true thing, agree totally. You're very welcome, Dave.