The Birds

We are family

Flock and fairly

To be so weary

Wearily reefing

Cutting the wind

Lights be dimmed

Arranged in our seating

Did I lose you in our organization

Was it the impulsive me with imagination

That you thought so highly of and sought after

While I aimlessly fought for your smiles and laughter

Does it scare you now that I will most probably never return

And that the flames of our love and kisses of lust, will never once more burn

© The Sad Owl