Nicole Johnson

Little bird, your wings have spread and the sun is set

I gaze up into your wake in hopes I’ve made no mistakes

Breathing in your earthy and fragile embrace as your wings fan my face.

Little bird, your wings bring a sense of comfort –a sense of ease.

My pleas of content have finally been answered.

My frail fingers met your beak.

Gazing into your eyes and I can finally see.

A vision of the future, no matter how sad,

I can still follow my heart and the grey will be nothing but a haze.