TO BE A BIRD

mstrkrftz:

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.

HANGING IN THE BALANCE

 
 
Life hangs in the balance.
Calm blue waters.
Pretty pink sand.
Palm trees waving in the breeze.
Life hangs in the balance.
One big burst of wind.
The palm trees will go flying.
Lifted from their roots.
From their anchor to the ground.
One small breeze.
One incidental shift in the wind.
And all could be gone.
The more precarious,
the more precious life becomes.

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS PART V

bird flying

What a beautiful bird.

I’m lost inside the rainbow

with a white bird.

It’s flying around me.

Round and round.

Velvety pink petals are falling.

This place seems nice.

But so quiet.

The bird isn’t making a sound.

Just circling me.

Then it flies off.

Should I follow it?

It’s hovering in the distance,

as if it’s waiting for me.

Okay.

Here goes.

Let’s follow the bird.

I’m almost caught up to it.

Now, it’s leaving me.

So have the petals.

In their place

descends a darkness.

I could feel its thickness,

surrounding me.

I see a light ahead.

I see people from my past.

Like a dream.

Oh no.

More like a nightmare.

Tomorrow will tell the tale.

Don’t forget to return.

Or I may be stuck in here forever.