poignant

  poignant words were carved
  using those pale brown eyes
  of yours.                         to
  my                            empty
  cerulean                     skies.
  all I longed                  for is
  to wrap                        your
  sleeves                      by my
  trembling                   arms.
  terse                  impression
  was the        only expression
  as you           beckon for me
  in a                     seemingly
  spacious,                        no
  hollow room.                     I
  am frail,                     when
  it comes                    to you 
  I am                still a nobody
  without                         you.
we both bear this rich plumage
we are truly feathered; so take
the gale beneath you, ‘n’  take
         my wish before you
                      ….
             to where you
                 ought to
                     go

                      .