Bird Of The Night ****

Bird Of The Night

Darling...
Awaiting, words from you
So lonely!
But like a bird of the night
She sings desultory
Why won't he come to she
Through his images, he speaks
To her like a child
Telling a story an imaginary story
It's not hard to see that read
is an impossibility!
Through images speaking to her!!
And she sits feeling her way
With each image passing on to her;
And like a child, she cries
In her convoluted mind,
Touching his image, in her mind's eyes
But her eyes hungry will be
To see the image of him,
In all his glory standing before she!
Worshipping he from afar, his eyes dark
as a stormy, velvety night
And the darkest stormiest oceans, across from me
Turbulent and cross as he...
Would she, that bird of the night holler her misery
As he comes closer, kissing she
A tear spills from her eyes,
The floodgates exuding from the depths of she
A waterfall, she cried a river;
Control she could not the uncontrollable
Breaking up, fragmenting
Hanging on to the...
Anxiety exuding from she
Dying would she, be if sing in the night
She could not be!
A Nightingale;
That bird of the night, that was she
Kissing his lips, adoringly
Falling upon her knees weeping
In immense anguish, heart-rendering
Why, would she weep over, he fragmenting!
The image of he, she carried within she
Confounded she'd always be
Whilst, for his words she'll wait patiently
Behind his dark window sitting, as
She was fragmenting...
And she finds herself singing
Like that bird of the night
In desultory...

              By Connie James