Crow

The words I want to write
 you possess in your eyes.
 A clear expression, 
 impossible to hide.

Flutter your lashes

 like bird feathers
 and flock off.

I will leave a trail of breadcrumbs
 so you are never lost…

Tell me stories of your travels.

Did you get injured?
Fall in love?
Was it enough?
Was it real?

Seeing things 
from different heights.
I understand why 
 you didn’t return each night.

It is unfair to keep you locked
 in this cage of skin.
 I beg for your return.
 So writing may begin.


– From Oceans Of Ink

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