My Love, Little Bird

The leaves crunched underfoot
As I strolled along,
The orange of leaf
Bright against the blue of sky.

The sound of the soft breeze
Broke by a small squeel.
That is how I found you,
Amid fallen leaves.

I had to bring you home, little bird.
To take care of you awhile,
For you to grow strong of wing
Till it'd be time for you to fly.

But I built you a precious cage,
Kept you for me.
I see you start to grow small
Of spirit and voice.

You are beautiful, little bird.
You are my love, but
It is time to let you go,
Time for you to fly.

I may not see you tomorrow,
Nor never again.
But you will soar high,
For free little birds don't die.

Ghosts

We walked through the barren cold desert
Hand in hand, arms and waists.
We smiled toothily and laughed in grunts,
Giant and stout, all grace lost.

I looked ahead, following sun and sky.
You kept an eye on shadows crawling by.
The shadows grew on crumbs secretly dropped,
All the while, I gazed at the stars above.

Now the ghouls have come to life,
They talk and breathe like You and I.
Now I only have questions in my eyes,
As I see you walk away.

Hand in hand, arms and waists,
With cold dark shadows.

Frozen

As the first blossoms peeped in
Through the half closed windows,
The dew drops sparkled temptingly,
The leaves waltzed with the soft breeze.

So I let go of the warm blankets,
Longing for the warmth of the sun on my face.
I took off the soft slippers and stepped out
To feel the moist grass under my feet.

But the sky was still grey and
The cold breeze stung my cheeks.
My feet were buried in the slush of melting snow.
I stooped over, shivering.

'I must run back inside,' I think,
'Hide myself again in soft, warm feathers.'
But I stand here, frozen.
Waiting for the sun...