Lonely Songbird

My volatile mind wandered in the terrain of trance, drifted in the draft of reverie on its latticed wings, a lonely bird floated in the sunburst recess of sky, made the fascinating fresco of formless fantasy. Captive in the suffocating cage of sordid craving, I broke the bars in dormant dream to be free, flew beguiled in zephyr when it began to blow, fluttered in the thicket of yonder pleasant plateau. From the dust of the demolished dreams I arose, the dismal sigh of the desolate heart I heard, the music of love resonated in ardent symphony, I glided in its cadence, soared in the bowl of blue. I heard the whispering spring wind singing for me, as I serenaded with the silver-lined cloud convoy. After the storm the spectrum of horizon embraced me, while I ascended suffused with the colors of twilight. As the departing rain drops sparkled in my eyes, through the washed pristine prism I could see the rainbow hues spread on my dancing wings, while I returned to the nest as a lonely songbird.