Birds And The Air........ Poem by RIC BASTASA

so many things
so many
had been written

to forget a sting
it is still there
to cure a wound
to cover a scar with
a scarf

they will always be
there
and when the morning comes
you realize

nothing was actually
written
what should have been
spoken with
clarity
had been buried deep underneath
those sweet nothings

inside your lungs
is all air
just air

inside your heart is
just love
just love which you
know but which you cannot
just utter
with all the freedom of the
birds and the air.....