storm of a crooked bird

Catching thoughts in the air

For as long as I still taste love on those lips,
see love in those deep melting eyes, sense love in your laughters and smiles. Feel fulfilled by love from your heart, as warm as milk; sweet as the color of your skin, and soft as silk.
Lord have mercy on me for loving this beautiful child deep from within. I will cross the meadow, No matter how far.My heart will never stop chasing after your enchanting echo.
No matter how dark. No matter how shallow.
Into worlds unknown.Through yesterday's high or low.
Into the eye of the mysteries of tomorrow.
Baby, I will follow.
For your simplest self is your greatest love. Craved and placed articulately, into some of my most cherished memories, Forever holding them as artifacts, to those ever fading, yet priceless inceptions.
Even in your night terrors, I will follow. Straight in the hollow cry of the never heard storm, of a crooked bird.
Flying.
Flying. Far from the chains of sorrow.
For the love no one can borrow.