A small red songbird sat on the telephone wire
You sang so remarkably, that I stopped to admire
Never had I ever seen or heard any of the same...
a beautiful rarity with a melodic flame
After a brief concert, you noticed that I was spying
With quick awareness, you suddenly were flying
I don’t understand what could have been unsettling
I didn’t mean to make you think that I was meddling
Now that I’ve been privy to such a splendid treat…
Your absence leaves a wanting to be complete
Each day forward in time I will have a yearning
Faintly in my mind, I hear your serenade burning
Tomorrow I will seek a portal to your crimson delight
Please come again and bring pleasure to my sight
I may never see you again... your location is nameless
Your hello became goodbye... my search is aimless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It reminds me of the morning doves on my wires when I grew up.....Except I had many a cooing conversation with them.....they would stay all morning and talk back and forth....my mom used to laugh at me....you have a dove in love with thee: O)