A feeeling this morning
an ethereal rapturous moment
has infected my twilight mind
and hesitant as Iam to free this bird
she beats her wings
and pleads with black pearl eyes
Her silenced song was more familiar and comforting
than the heartsick melody she has begun
What if I reached into her cage
held my fingers on her tiny beak....
clipped her wings...
avoided the dark and pleading eyes...

Some voices cannot be muted
Visions can become clearer behind closed eyes....

Look up....up!

See her sparkle as a jewel
flying away into the morning sun

Gainor Ventresco Laney

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