Red Bird

Worlds collide in my throat as the galaxy of my heart is torn asunder. Desperation lives in my eyes, sweet salty sweat pours down the avenging slippery slopes of my brow. Never knowing, always searching Never finding, always lost Lost among friends Lost among family Lost among myself How I wish I could escape. The doorbell rings the wind chimes jingle their dancing song against the soothing wind. I listen, I hear, I obey I smell the fragrance of the incense of my heart burning, yearning to rise to the highest potential, the ceiling fan at least. To be caught up with the current of the arms outstretched, to over- throw all other senses I lift and spin losing all of my consciousness in a looping track of ecstasy. The most joyful dance, the most joyful longing. To be set free amongst green fields, golden beaches, red bricks, white snow clear blue sky. The Red- Bird of my heart is crying to be set free. It's longing to be separated from that Iron Cage, The Iron Curtain against the soul of freedom It wants to fly higher and higher, to soar and spin to stretch its wings with the other birds. It knows Externally it is the same as the others and yet Internally it is different from the others. He has that slight spark of a reality that is completely him. That is unique from the others. It wants to share, to experience this freedom, all the time. It yearns to be free to be itself no matter where it flies, not having to choose its pecking ground. To laugh and to live with the other birds, with the Crows, Bluejays and Pigeons and be seen as an equal. But alas they will never accept his song nor its flight pattern. Internal spark has to be concealed. Back to the Cage it goes, back to limitation and longing. Back to the feelings of false- security. It wants to be free, so it has collisions in the throat and galaxies of heart torn asunder. Desperation in the eye and sweet salty sweat pouring down avenging slippery slopes of brows.