Little Bird Glastonia Poem by Alexander Foald

Sometimes it is hard to forget about you
Sometimes it’s easier to stay the way I used to
But every time I wake up and find you not here
I recluse myself in silence, and keep walking

A night falls deep to its sleep
Nothing shows up to shine on my dream
A red petal flown by mid air, curled to another fate
Looking for something that isn’t destined to exist

I can hear her breathing from this space
It is slow but definite, always in the same pace
Lonesome and shivering, like a little bird in winter
For everything exists in this world, nothing comes by her

And here I am watching by her shadow
Thinking that she might need a little glow
Our wonders wandering to the night’s end
But fortune doesn’t come to our last defense