Your destination is undecided,
Your method of travel is wings.
Unlike those that walk the Earth,
You are not attached by strings.
You are free to go wherever,
And explore limitless bounds.
Attracting attention with beauty,
And not by your smells or sounds.
Displaying an intricate pattern,
That is unique to only you.
The world is your unconscious,
Filled with dreams to pursue.
Shy and cautious we'll fly,
Avoiding their grasping hands.
Until we find a worthy candidate,
And on their finger we will land.
Spreading our wings apart,
We will display ourselves without fear.
Because the moment just feels right,
On that finger so gentle and sincere.
2 comments:
Took that idea from a rambling a few days back and made it a poem.
this poem is an excellent way to explain the fragilness and delicate state of relationships, for often we are, at first, cautious about straying from our flight,although we may not know in what direction to take it, and to settle down,reveal ourselves, and place our trust in another.
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