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.

TRIUMPH OF NATURE

 

What gifts do you have for us,

Oh beautiful sky?

Some warm sunshine.

A soft breeze or two.

Maybe a light misting.

Your gaze is triumphant.

Reflecting on the soothing waves.

I could feel your warmth.

See your beauty.

Hear your tentative rumbling.

Taste the salty air with my tongue.

My senses are engaged.

You delight and tantalize them.

Thank you.

TOUCH ME

 

 

Give me your hand.

Let me touch your fingers.

Feel the softness.

Revel in its texture.

I’ve been alone too long.

Not feeling a human’s touch.

A human’s warmth.

I’m cold to the touch.

But a fire burns inside.

Come to me.

Touch me.

THE DEAD GAME