A bird on the wing has no thought but the wind that holds,
A dream cast in moonlight has no care how it unfolds.
A dance for two has no rhythm but that which they choose,
A stream twists and winds round the stones with naught to lose.
Oh! To be free and drift away,
like the cares of yesterday.
A breeze carrying the happy leaf,
casting down the pain, and grief.
Floating upward heart in hand,
losing grip it falls to land.
Crashing, bloody to the ground,
it echoes with a mighty sound.
“Don’t cry for me!” it screams in pain,
“with me inside you’ve none to gain.”
For there never was more humble art,
Than a battered, bruised and beating heart.
A very good piece. Great feel and flow to this. You’ve given me a great read. Thanks for sharing.
Going by your poems, I feel you are a gifted poet….this poem is full of rhyme, rhythm, metre and tremendous contents…thank you for posting this one…