Jagged
"Without love, we are birds with broken wings"
- Mitch Albom
In the rippling air glided the gold sequin shower
from the opalescent autumn sky’s crystalline sea.
As the jade foliage morphed into full-bloom flower,
my heart soared like a bird over the tawny tree canopy.
Canopy of your allure swaying with beguiling lilt,
took me to the enticing heights of dormant delight.
In the craving cleft of bowing boughs the nest I built,
glistened in the love-laced mesmeric moonshine night.
Night of strife surged with the shattering squall,
the nest crumbled to debris of my heart’s splinter,
as you flew away to another sun-soaked sky to appall,
leaving me to suffer secluded in the sad spasm of winter.
Winter frost floating in cold wind saw you depart,
discarded in the desolate nest my bird forgot to sing,
for I felt my forlorn love freeze in its congealed heart,
wrapped within the jagged shadow of the broken wing.
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