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.