Birdpen The Ghost Bird
Tracking chasing looking not seeing you. I can’t keep the weight from my eyes. Feeling nothing shadows creeping up the trees. All the way up to the sky. Waiting watching observing the green. Breathless impatient shatters the dream. A glimpse through the wind of the sight I hold in my heart. The thought of never seeing you. Is tearing me apart. Tearing me apart.
