Birdsong
i’d lock myself up
so sealed away
in a tower, high up in the sky
away from all else
bleak, sorrowful peace
would give my own tears
time to dry
i could wake up alone
in this castle of hurt
and feel my dreams fade away
but the scene about us
where you stand at my side
is the one i still dream
to this day
i could hear the birds sing
as they all fly on by
with splendid feathers in view
yet still, the one thing
i would long for the most
is a kiss, a whisper, from you
so come visit me here
i dare you to knock
on this gnarled, old rotting door
for i’d give the whole world
and everything else
to gaze in your eyes once more
John Gilbert Ellis
Thu 7th Sep 2023 14:29
'gnarled, old rotting door' stands out as an image. A striking poem. Thank you.