You Are My Skyfaring Bird Poem by Roland Thirdthe Pacheco

By: Roland Thirdthe Pacheco

Hastening, marked by magic's trace,
When through the window I first glimpsed your face,
A skyfaring bird the winds embrace,
My tongue retreats, too timid to speak with grace.

Lofty are the dreams of the one I adore,
Longing to reveal the hopes they hold in store,
In truth, a pure affection beats at the core,
A heart ensnared by a muse it yearns evermore.

Witness are the moon and stars that gleam,
Even the fishes drifting by the shore's gentle stream,
To this fervent longing that clings like a dream,
Etched on a heart forever alone, it would seem.

Though shown each passing second, again and again,
Enduring even the wilderness alone, in pain,
If fate decrees they shall not be bound nor remain,
No spark of hope will fall upon the waiting terrain.

❝ 𝗬𝗲𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀,
𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁.
𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀,
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁.❞