Come fly with me, my love

Birds of a feather,

Don't always flock together.

There you are -

Stuck in your golden cage,

Full of delightful trivialities,

While I test the heights of virgin blue skies,

Armed only with horizonless dreams.

I could see the sparkle of the sun,

In your reluctantly compliant eyes.

You knew not what you saw,

In my gray-green eyes' exuberant glimmer,

But it felt like a repetitive dream

You once had -

Warm, comforting wind, lifting

The wings of your fragile heart

To soar above that mountain of fear.

But then it all vanished

The last time my soul pierced your hazel eyes.

I hoped, wished, no, prayed,

That I saw in your eyes

The yellow hope of a spirited  canary -

Singing, forever, about love, when there's none.

Maybe your beautifully secretive high road,

And my blatantly rash low road,

May one day, meet in lovers' sky

When we'll stop flying away

And start loving, in the red-hot joy of

right here, right now.

Reviews

[Bacchus]

Stunning... I've been away for awhile, will have to catch up on your writes.

[SleeplessVolcano]

tx Bacchus....glad to see you here again..:)

[B]

Oh waw
This is a dream
The colors and your tone is beyond beautiful
You took me on a mini journey
In this love scene

[Ken Simm.]

Remarkable portrait of a memory and another person. A love story of recognition. Beautifully written.
I am also reminded because of the title of Kit Marlowe's famous poem and Raleighs reply. Not that it has anything to do with the subjet matter of your work.