[center][u][b]Flutter, flutter, little bird[/b][/u]

[i]“Shimmering hope in the sky,
Your withering shine no longer guides
Me, I’ve become pale as your light; blind
These wings do not glide, but hide…”[/i]

So said the pearl feathered dove
Her glow weathered cast down from above
Perched atop a seat of lies it seems
Built upon crumbled ash of hopes and dreams
Fantasies but a broken scene of horizon seas
Where wishes of wandering glee died with thee
Cursed diamond of him, this golden ring
Is not love but a prison made by a tyrant king
Jeweled walls, golden bars where the bird cannot sing

Pure white feathers with a snowy gleam
Scarred by the cutting chain growing deep
Defeat? Tears fall when the bird knows she bleeds
Her field of ice spotted with the crimson seeds
Sprouting stems of a stillborn sheath
Dear future child, you will not be!

For the hatred blade cannot cleave
The sows which she shall not reap
At last, she sees the walls of he
Built of stone and the un-freed

Bird’s asylum this quiet island
Of tattered isles and silent tiles
By herself, of the self
Lonely novel upon the shelf
Her opened book of twilight feathers
Painted with brush stroked tethers
Bloodied strings carved in wings
Things planned twenty-two years before this spring
A mapped out life where the pain does sing!

The scarlet rain reigns the day
Droplets stain the page
As a new chapter is made,
Unclaimed by the voices the others gave
While the dove stands in her cage
Glancing through the window of her runaway rage

Wronged for so long
She touches the bars, strong
And the bird falls into a song…

[i]“Expectations have made these
But no longer do they tame me,
I am no trophy for your walls
Ghost of my own halls, I will not fall
In tethered steps hand in hand
Binding union of which I did not stand
My silence is no longer silent
For my life was meant to be vibrant
Sorry, diamond-giver for not coming with you compliant…
I know that your pride aches
But I can’t let you take the dreamed shapes
Not yet made and if you step on the brakes
My heart will break!

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I may leave your world in twain
But mine is kept sane
For I still have hope to see Paris
Or perhaps… Spain.”[/i][/center]