Lost at Home

I miss you and do not care for elegance, tonight it is a raw, frantic dwelling, I cannot speak through the flowers, I must not sit here alone, castaway, without love.  The parrots say he has found someone new; the ravens say never chase a man, never beg for his love.  But why should any sit in their bedroom alone, night after night, aren't they prisoners, isn't it possible one was only wishing to get away their whole life? Is it me? I have arrived at him, yet he is gone.  Cannot he take me along with him, his expansive wings soaring like the greatest of men, and I thus find a haven? I am not an eagle lording over the skies.  I am not this bird carrying his cage about with him. Nor I am not a pet coddled and kept safe.  I am a stranded creature, always searching, a pigeon, a messenger going back and forth but never getting anywhere. The destination is nowhere and everywhere, but still alone, the earth is my home.