Categories
Poetry

Oh but to love another

And now in light I see 
there is no wonder as to why
I am alike you in more ways
than you have become like I.

I have waited in your comforts
and believed them my own
however I know now your
environment is not for me.

I have gained the gills of
your swamped dwelling
and learned to keep eyes closed
for safety of my sight there.

Oh but I do now see
that my people on wings
have missed my song
and long of sight.

You have not grown wings
for me, have not left ground.
So in earnest I'll take flight
and listen for that sound that means
you have learned, at least, to sing for me.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *