2024-01-04

poetry/b/birdgazing.txt

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+Birdgazing
+2022-04-09
+
+***
+
+I locked eyes with a robin this morning,
+sitting outside my bedroom window
+perched on one of the branches of the bush
+that was once a tree, cut down in fear, still adamant to grow.
+I thought of you, helpless in bed, maybe snoring,
+maybe silent as a hush,
+and how I wished I could be there
+to your exhausted body take care.
+
+For I gave you everything I had to give
+for you to claim your future back
+under one condition: that, at the end, you live.
+You burnt every candle down,
+dissolved every bathtime bomb,
+spent every rainy day stash
+I had,
+even accepted my blood.
+I wish
+it hadn't taken this
+for you to finally accept
+you were the Equinox,
+the harbinger of balance,
+all along.
+
+When I'm with you,
+I feel like I've been born anew.
+My mistakes no longer imposing weight,
+the past's pain
+all washed away.
+Or about to be reborn,
+invalid, palliate,
+you gently taking care of me
+until arrives my death date.
+Your touch is so tender, my love,
+healing, magic, sunlight.
+You know I'd do anything for you.
+So let me nurse you back to life.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander