TO BE A BIRD

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Rise and Shine by Sabir Ayaz

 

Should I keep flying,

Or join my friends?

So many choices.

All are good.

The sun is setting,

warming my feathers.

My friends are swimming 

with the current.

They look happy.

Content.

A beautiful day. 

To be alive.

To be a bird.

BLANKET OF FLOWERS

Take me to the light that shines bright

in the far reaches of the deep forest.

I want to bask in its heavenly glow

until the moon raises its spotlight.

Let the leaves tickle my hot skin

as I lie down on a sheet of grass.

Cover with me with a blanket of flowers

as bright as the rainbow overhead.

Sleep follows me to my private spot,

where animals frolic in freedom.

I’m floating in the sky above the branches,

looking down at my sleeping form.

Contentment relaxes my face

as my eyelids twitch in tune with my dreams. 

Too soon the night will come,

bringing with it the dark and cold.

I must come back on the morrow

to finish the dreams I have just begun.

ENDLESS PILE

 

Pebbles float in the water.

Too many pebbles to count.

The sea holds mystery for me.

It offers freedom from the grind.

It may hold the answers I seek.

I will join the floating pebbles.

Add one more to the endless pile.

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A FIELD OF POPPIES

 

 

A field of poppies.

Tempting as they may be.

I cannot yield to them.

My head would be clouded.

My thoughts floating away.

A day of fantasies and dreams.

I must hold steadfast.

And walk away.

Keep my mind clear.

For thoughts I hold dear.

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THE LAST WAVE

sunset wave

 

THE LAST WAVE

It’s coming.

Coming closer.

It’s here.

The big wave.

I’ve been waiting all day.

In over my head.

My feet are lifting.

Being swept away.

The swell is taking me.

Holding me close.

I can’t move.

I can’t swim.

Head is going under.

Silence.

Rocks.

Fish.

Time slows down.

The last wave.

COLORS FOR MY MIND

COLORS FOR MY MIND

Picture a flower growing from the sea.

Can there be a prettier sight to see?

Blue bubbles of flowers floating ashore.

Who even knows what they are supposed for.

This is what I need for today.

Pastel colors to soothe my stay.

Pinks and blues mix well together.

I can look at them forever.

TRICKS OF THE NIGHT

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Night stretches long and silent.

The wind is blowing outside.

Can’t sleep.

Can’t close my eyes.

My eyes can’t stop watching

the dark shadows on the walls.

Shadows that move and sway

with the growing wind.

What is making these shadows?

What is outside my window?

I peek out and see flying branches

and leaves that

take on eerie shapes.

Some resemble bats, while others

take on the form of birds.

One minute they’re here, and the next,

they’re gone.

Should I be afraid?

Should I hide in my room?

Or should I venture outside

to check out the strange shadows?

Maybe I’ll close my eyes and try

to fall asleep.

My imagination could have been working over-time.

But wait! A dark figure is at my window, trying

to get inside. Is it human? It has no face.

Only a shadow in the wind.

So many shadows in the wind.