A bird plays hopscotch on the horizon
and traces the sea with her wings.
Just close enough to flick up
holy droplets and alluring spray
but far enough that she wonders
what lies beneath the turbulent surface.
She sees her delicate feathers
mirrored on sun-tipped waves
and extends her beak down
in search of companionship.
The bird meets the mirage
of outward beauty.
Beak full of water not feathers
With desperation lighting her eyes
She befriends the sea.
The bird squeezes through the iron bars
of Sky's Cage.
Plunges into screaming waves
and surfaces with her own dinner
handsome ruffled feathers
and a soul feeding off the tides.
She emerges
King of the sky
and Queen of the sea.
and traces the sea with her wings.
Just close enough to flick up
holy droplets and alluring spray
but far enough that she wonders
what lies beneath the turbulent surface.
She sees her delicate feathers
mirrored on sun-tipped waves
and extends her beak down
in search of companionship.
The bird meets the mirage
of outward beauty.
Beak full of water not feathers
With desperation lighting her eyes
She befriends the sea.
The bird squeezes through the iron bars
of Sky's Cage.
Plunges into screaming waves
and surfaces with her own dinner
handsome ruffled feathers
and a soul feeding off the tides.
She emerges
King of the sky
and Queen of the sea.