sorenbarrett

Little bird

Little bird, painted friend, from your throat a song that floats I know you from long ago
Coming from another life when I was the bird and you were a young wife
I loved you then and I love you now but I will never hold you somehow
Your feathers are too bright and your song too sweet we were never meant to meet
Dreams dissolve in the morning light, all that you left me is a feather from your flight