A Lonely Bird


after I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud, by William Wordsworth

I drifted in the sky as a lonely bird,
from the dust of dreams I arose.
The sigh of desolate heart I heard
emanate from the depth of woes.
The music of love within me didn’t die, 
floating in its cadence I soared in the sky.

I was captive in the yearning cage,
shrouded by the shadow of your tree,  
my loneliness you could never gauge.
I was longing long to be free,
fly in the zephyr when it began to blow,
flutter in the thicket of yonder plateau.

I felt the flow of fresh southern wind
waft me in the melody of whispering air 
through the ashen clouds silver-lined,
freed from the confine of despair.
After storm I reached the horizon of delight,
and soared in the sunburst sky bright.

As the rain drops sparkled in my eyes,
through the washed prism I could see
rainbow of reflected hues splendidly rise,
allure the dormant songbird in me 
to leave the nest and fly in melodic swings,
as I spread my beguiled dancing wings.
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