When the Birds Return

My transient small dreams magnified manifold, over mindscape wide wings of desire they grew, my constrained essence could no longer hold, turning to beguiled birds in ardent sky they flew. They soared to reach the horizon shaped anew, through the clefts of dark clouds floating cold, where cosmic silence drizzled with twilight hue, my transient small dreams magnified manifold. They flew en echelon in the still sky’s azure fold, the charming design afloat I delineated for you. Though the meaning of pattern remained untold, over mindscape wide wings of desire they grew. The dreams allured me with kaleidoscopic view, before I could freeze them away they all rolled. They drifted away on the tides of time, I knew my constrained essence could no longer hold. At the end of trance I gave up trying unconsoled, tired of wearing strive the aim I couldn’t pursue. They ascended beyond me, I was left to behold, turning to beguiled birds in ardent sky they flew. So, within the forlorn abyss of gloom I withdrew, trudging time with turbulent mind uncontrolled. For the disappeared birds I’d build nests a few, they’d discover someday returning from the cold, my transient small dreams. _____________ June 16, 2022 Contest : A Rondeau Redouble Sponsored by : L Milton Hankins