I perched
on the tree outside your window
pretending to be
a bird
but fooling no one.
At my all too
human song
you flung open
your casement
like a fairy princess
& invited me into
your Holy of Holies.
Tentatively I tiptoed
across the all too slight branch
crossing the threshold
as if a gentle giant
had let me step across his finger.
I entered
your room
entered
you
entered
into
the magic realm of
our love.
A real bird
had taken my place
on the giant’s green finger
singing
delightful madrigals
whilst we
lost
(in each other)
...smiled.
Oh such a sweet poem...I can just see you as a 13st bird! Lovely little fairy story in itself and so...romantic. You could charm the birds off the trees! love Dee Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I held my breath as you tippy-toed cross that branch, just knowing that it would break under your weight, little Bird Man...and was glad that you successfully made it over!