Dear, Gold Bird Poem by Hell 'Farya

Dear, Gold Bird.

Do you remember when;
I found you where life kisses death
amid the chaos you called yourself.
You were low, alone.
I gave you my home.

Every touch was tender.
I shielded you from staring light,
watched your sleep,
designed each flap of your wings.

Eyes coveted your beauty.
My mouth could not stop singing.
Yes, I loved the praise you drew
I gave you all I had.

I let you roam the sky for freedom.
Friends and family warned me:
rein, groom, bound.
'No, ' I said again and again.
'What use is a bird that doesn't fly?
The sky is vast, why tie my bird? '

So I fed your wings even more.
And the day I set you loose beyond the door,
your gold feathers blazed under moonlight
priceless, and proven free.

I watched and waited
until you vanished into the night.
Now every night I leave my door open,
hoping one day you will return.
But you never do.