Hopeful bird not yet flying

I am singing again
My wings are still broken
My heart is still shivering
Like a wet robin in November
Not winter yet but the summer is long gone
The harsh screams of autumn’s wind
In the face of frozen rain
Yet I don’t care
I am singing again
In hope to see you
My robin calms down at the glow
Of your smile even if it’s just a memory
The warmth reaches my core
An early spring fosters its roses
Under unsuspecting snow
And waits patiently
For the silence that follows
The storm
My wings are still broken
The pain still paralyses my soul
But I am hopeful
My heart will fly again
Out of his chill
And find you
My robin knows you
And hopeful smitten
By your glow smiling
At me … caressing a cat
Like a fur coat
With dancing eyes
And tempting lips
I need that cold water in the morning
To cool my head
The wet robin is feverish
And the cat is out hunting
My wings are still broken
But I am singing hopeful
Even if I am not flying yet.

November 27, 2017

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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