Little Bird

LITTLE BIRD

When I was a child,

I wondered,

Little bird,

About you…

Why you had no home…

I wanted to catch you,

To hold you to my chest…

But you flew away,

From branch to branch,

And watched me

With tears in your eyes…

Now, a grown man,

I stand close to you,

And you are not afraid,

And it seems, as then,

You look at me

With tears in your eyes.

Could it be you know

That I am an exile,

Like you were then,

Without a home?!...