Sleepy Bird Poem by Leah Ayliffe

Sleepy bird on the road divine
coughing, chilled outside a world that's known
Eager to free the heat burning inside
A hunger, the desire, a flame she thinks she should hide

With the right touch of the right man there might be a dream
Letting her dress fall off and uncover all the beauty to be seen
Careful love, a faltering trust
A wall made of diamonds you may crush if you must.

Do not forget the summer
spent laying on the sand
Listening to the music of a worldly band
It was easy to feel the dark side
as a shining light - like vegas at night-

But little bird got too tired,
she died in mid flight.