CreativeVibes: Native Indian Poetry

Dove’s Cry

Like a bird I fly to you each night

I fly away with each morning light

Wrapping you into me during my stay

Surrounded in passion as in your bed we lay

Oh, how you prune my feathers, fill me full

Amuse me as you dance and prance, it’s never dull

Old man, the youngest of heart, of soul, yet, much sadness

So easy for your bird to love, to fall into your madness

You take your bird to heights never known, never shown

Over high peaks we fly loves sighs, in your love I’ve grown

Loving you, only in the stolen hours of our nights,
Is to confining, restrictive, love can’t sing as in the days light

Perimeters I fly in are to confining, like bars on a cage, no room

Without the space, a broken wing I’ll get, this I see will be my doom

I’m leaving you, flying away forever, leaving you to your past,
Before I won’t be able to sing, love, or break my wing, this is the last

If an other time or place, “you are so very right,” I’d not need to take flight
Your bird would forever stay with you through out every day and night

A bird must fly free, for a caged birds love can’t sore, fly high, can’t sing

( Sometimes Gifts are given we do not want or expect, yet; we need. Be thankful
for the courage it took to give....Alexa)

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