Beauty Of A Bird Cage - Poem by Leah Ayliffe
When dreams are like sunlight
in the fields at spring,
Wandering down the open road
on a strangers bicycle.
A gentle breeze brushes past my face,
hair swirling in the air behind me.
Getting suntanned on the playground
at the park,
Jumping on trampolines singing a shared song
and it clicks,
Like the spread of wisdom in Into the Wild.
Happiness is only alive when it's shared,
like as a child.
I'm not scared,
I'm no longer insane.
The brightness of today is closer to my heart
than ever before.
Sparkling in spiritual smiles,
Divine in my mind again
like white gold sunshine.
The cage is sort of rusted in charm
Now that the door is left open
and roses bud from the remains of vines
Coiled around its bars.
I visit freely in waves of forgotten things,
They are true in you.
As I fly above the birds sitting on telephone wires
High, drifting towards better things in spring.
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