Open Your Eyes

Owls and Larks

His keen eyes and talents

binged up on the branches

she sat in

singing satin siren songs

through the glass window

pain slipped

like sun rays and fragrance

off the fresh rain

leaves her soggy shoes at the door,

her wet skirt on the floor

and drenched thoughts in the storm.

With the moon in the stars

she’s not used to this far

through all hours of the night,

but he found light

in the bugs buzzing by

and the reflection on her eye

like a bubble’s subtle shine.

It was in those times

they shed their weathered feathers,

forgot about the tethers

that tied them to their lives.

 

They meet at dusk

and leave at dawn

to get away for a moment,

a taste of gone.

 

-WildFievel

• 29 June 2012
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