They Are Away And Moving... Poem by RIC BASTASA

a bird in love
clips his wings
to be with you

you are the wind
fickle and vagabond

many times the wings
are clipped
the pain comes like
waves of the sea

the bird learns some
lessons from the river
and decides to keep its
wings like leaves

now the bird becomes
a moon sailing without
wings and you are the mirror
where the clouds hang

there is a time in their
short lives that each
shall travel alone and
decides as they are
away and moving...