Where are you, my sweet, broken boy?
I can’t find you today
The dark pulls you deeper
And further away
I see all your pieces
All scattered around
Like birds of prey feathers
Shot down to the ground
I’d gather your feathers
In a bright magic bowl
And sew them together
To make your life whole
But I’m not a goddess
Nor angel am I
My heart breaks to realize
I can’t help you fly.
October 15,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well done, very intense and well worded. It flows well and continuity is beautiful and skilled thanks alot Michael