I thought I saw you cry
when I thought
I dreamed how to fly.
But I awoke
all alone, and found
the tears on my pillow
were only my own.
No birds at the feeder today
singing their little song.
Tis a cold winter
when everyone else has moved along.
Way up high, like a tear drop falling in the sky
is one last lonely bird of blue,
learning to fly, while learning to cry,
just like me, and just like you.
Perhaps I am after all the non-poet's poet
who's learning how to fly,
or simply a little bird falling earthbound
trying not to die...
You are a poet. These beautiful words could only come from the pen of a poet. Such a bittersweet poem 10 +++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I notice, Smoky, the references to flying in Dragonfly as well as this poem. It's been a while since I've had a dream of flying, but I wrote a poem about one called To Fly which you might enjoy. Be blessed. -Glen
Many heartfelt thanks Glen! I will check on yours very soon.