Bird...
You are one of sheer beauty.
I am swooned by your presence.
I need naught know what kind you are,
Or from whence you come.
I, myself, am like you.
I, myself, am a bird, too.
We have so much alike,
Having shared so little.
From that time we met,
'Till the eve that passed.
You are so close to me now.
You're in arm's reach.
Yet I can feel the distance.
Bird...
Why do you clip your wings,
And ask me to clip mine?
I want to fly to your side,
And be with you--just that.
You fear so much,
That you'll fall off.
I know you want to fly,
I can feel your yearning,
I can feel your desire,
I can feel you.
But you fear the branch may,
Not hold both you and I.
Why, Bird, oh why?
