...Another Love Poem by Lovita Morang

this evening was different
crimsom red clouds with passion looking down
every leaves on trees on plants looking up
amidst the birds so confusing
jig and jump over
they can sense death

in the romance of these sadness

I was breathing quietly
So that this dying little bird
Learn to breath again

Little heat from the sun left
Lifting the movements of soul
Soul stirred
I thought this right this time
Now now now
Yes yes
Now
Eyes half opened
Heaven’s door half opened
Like the first cry of new born babe
Awakens the smile of dying mother

You don’t need to fly now
Though you have wings stronger
Breath first

then with
my love
fly away