Unseen Eyes

I loved birds first

then I was loved by flying

my wings never grew

but I see the wings of my thoughts

the birds soften their feathers in the whirlpool of clouds

and then in flying

their wings draw stories in the sky

melancholy tales of migratory birds

or the frightening ones

when birds of prey fly in a dizzying circle

flying leaves a wound behind

which lets flow

two teardrops

one teardrop

remains captive in the light

called raindrop

while the other falls

on a blade of grass

named dew

these are the tears from eyes unseen

always fixed

upon us