Sweet Melodies

a bird outside my window sings the days
last sweet melody as the sun begins to set,
giving heed to a sea of fuschia painted
across the clouds. and as the moon bares its
face, the evening band of crickets plays
its sweet song, serenading the stars, so they'll
shine all the more brightly, lighting the
paths of those lost lovers, wandering alone,
roaming aimlessly in this world, searching
for their one true love.

Reviews

[Little Amy Lee]

I love this =]

[Kristen Mae]

This is beautiful.
I love the imagery brought about by the song of the bird and the crickets.
I also like the parallelism of the birds in the morning and the crickets at night.
It goes nicely with the idea of the lover.