Dream of a Caged Bird
I want to erase this present tense of disgrace
in my life and quietly sway like a night bloom,
waiting for great Northern stars and the moon
to satiate my spark less eyes and to embrace
Me with their warmest winks. You see, I dream
of morn seagulls, scattered like Autumn leaves
and wish to share them a breath that still lives
and my imaginative thoughts, sitting on cream
Summer dawn with a bottle of pungent aroma
for a companion. Let me, please, be me! Erase,
erase in my life the present tense of disgrace;
let my dream dreams, free from your enigma!
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