stray sphinx
I am a bird.
Flying the vast skies freely.
Observing silently.
Watching peacefully.
A spectator from above to the lives of each.
Others busy rushing in pursuit of a grand dream.
While some, hand in hand, basking in their lover's words so sweet.
A daily scene,
A film on replay,
As i critique the worth of it.
A calculating eye, in search of some meaning.
The struggles, love, and pain.
Is that all of humanity?
Detached, aloof, yet a little lonely.
And there i saw you standing among the seamless crowded sea.
A spark of curiosity, a sudden intrigue.
I tried to land to watch more closely.
A newfound interest in this world of cyclicality.
Just maybe, for once.
To be able to feel is how to truly live.
And so, the once bird traversed an unknown territory.
Like a little duckling with little steps, it tarried.
With a journey, new yet familiar.
Strange, how such meeting seemed meant from the start.
This is a tale of the bird who once belonged to the skies.
And a once strong bird who grows and found a missing piece:
The forgotten longing of the heart, it finally realized.