Gentle Sparrow Bird

the residence of my dreams lie in the bed of your sorrows

i drown them out to flush the memories

reminiscing on the past and breaking down over the loss of tomorrows

what has become of you my gentle sparrow bird

the wings that flutter by and the quiet whisper of your voice

barely heard

i think of you often and dream of you most

breathing in cold air and

exhausting my lungs

feeling the breath inside me still I hold it

so close

suffer me not, but kill me so

i envy a life where i feel no more

i cry out to you my beautiful bird

bathe me in my sores and fly me home

take my life in the palm of your hands

and caress my soft cheek

we can move so softly in the wind

the touch of you not so merely bleak

come to me my gentle sparrow bird

i cry unto you

desperate for your words

cover my mourning into your delicate glory

and shade me under your soft, soft wings.