You’re a Pretty Bird stuck in the forgotten land
darting around on razorwings
your horizon swallowed by the quicksand.
Buried in the bottomless tunnel, your fears have no grounds
yet the weight of your heartbeat thrums in soundless bounds.
Your soul aches to feed on the certainty to breathe life once again,
for the freedom to flock, and fly like the wind.
Tipping at the edge of your cliff
your eye seek kindred with the cosmos intrinsic drift.
When you feel the construction of your world crumble and begin to give,
thrust power into your wings and look to the skies
as the shadows explodes into a thousand black crows
Pretty Bird don’t look down,
Nightly probe your wilted wings, She listens.
Caught in her turbulence, your emotions serves the waves,
as every living cell collides, shifts and slides between dark dreams.
But it’s ok.
Through the medium of your high tides there is a tranquil stream-
where upon a time, she lay with the Heaven and bore life in the Ocean.
Purify, be free to glide, and cleanse the cracks that fill your psyche.
As your heartily prayers carry abundance,
your eyes string pearls and cross between worlds.
The moon creeps and swells in silence; absorbing the darkness into the shadows,
holding the night awake-
Pretty Bird you’re safe.