Love on the Wing
Beneath the moon
in a quiet garden space
silver light rests
softly on each place
A black cat waits
with eyes that never stray
watching a bird
who lifts and flies away
His fur absorbs the depth
of endless night
his gaze is fixed
upon her fleeting flight
She cuts the sky
with wings both strong and free
and takes his heart
where it can never be
Her song drifts down
like something almost true
a sound that makes his longing
feel brand new
He knows her world
is air and open sky
while his is earth
where shadows slowly lie
She was not meant to land
or stay too long
he was not built
to join her song
So, in that garden
still beneath the moon
he loves a dream
That vanished far too soon.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
