Black Bird

Why old Black Bird, do you live?

Among the beauty, of Dove and Swans

Why do you burden, those peaceful birds?

With your fowl songs

Squawks and screeches, never would be heard

If to flight, those big black wings

Would right now, fly far away

From where the kindly bird sings

Why don’t you leave, this restful pond?

And escape their lovely sight

Take those songs, and big black wings

Take them all to flight

I can’t, I can’t, with squawking beak

Said, Black Bird to the Dove

I won’t, I won’t, in screeching tones

For it is you I love

I know I’m not, as beautiful as these

That rest upon this pond

But who will notice, the beauty of Swans

 If all, the Black Birds are gone.

this is just a very good write...If I say so myself....

Night and Day

...

In the fog of misty dawn
Light gently wanting to touch
Into the remnants of her time
She struggles to not let go
Hanging on to her elegance
The time that she will share
With those whom enjoyed her beauty
Those who would have the chance
The moon and the stars all swooned
Dancing in this time all hers
Exhausting all joy in her arms
Knowing that their time was short
Others played within her breast
Not really knowing her love at all
In the bliss of loving ignorance
No discovery of her beauty's charm
She had not one selfish thought
No praise she needed to receive
Gladly she enjoyed their companionship
Smiling as she realized her voyeurism
How she wished she was as
Those she gazed at in silence
Enjoying her lover's long embrace
Not moments shared just twice
For it is resigned she is cursed
Though her beauty is so matchless
For the misty fog that greets her.. Day
Are the tears of his love, Night’s glances

imagined

memories slip away ,

time falls from the sky ,

dreams  trusted to a friend,

turn to gold in the heart of lovers ,

tears torn from what might have been,

wet the ground of the soul for something

more beautiful than  ever imagined