Lovebird

When I was younger

and depression kept 

me up all night, I'd 

open my windows 

and let the night's breeze inside—

let the miasma 

of my inner dark

be swept away by 

the fragrance of bright rose apples:

a tantalizing 

breath of freedom on 

the other side of the cage.

Through the wire I'd watch

the silhouettes of 

resting hibiscus 

and pattering palm

against a backdrop 

of a thousand stars

in an unpolluted sky;

Or a bright moon would 

reflect the daylight

of another world

over the form of 

my still body laid 

with gentle care on my sheets;

As I wandered somewhere far away

just for a little while.