Tethered
Looking out
from between the blinds
all I see
are gray skies,
two birds sitting on a wire
and forgotten dreams.
Lingering on
how long has it been
since two birds
took to wing,
how long can they be tethered
just by the other.
Silhouettes,
a pair of shadows,
sitting there
on a wire;
melting together like one,
though two still remain.
And the wires
and even the pole,
the darkened
silent roost,
seem but an extension of
the birds sitting there.
Beneath them,
how the world must seem
to rush by;
unaware,
uninterested in thoughts
of a pair of birds.
But two birds,
they can take to wing;
they can fly,
together,
their dreams cannot be tethered.
They’re free, unlike me.
Until the next~♥