Larks and Loons
Do you really have to leave
So soon? Little larks and loons…
Wings beating on a window
But unable to break the glass,
Unable to see the stars
Except through locks
And bars.
Unable to fly high when all they want
Is to cry; cry out for someone
To love them.
Crying all alone, in a room
Blank and White
No light and no fight
Left to use. To think
Of the one they love
Trapped behind glass,
Hearts under key and lock
Beating like a clock
Tick. Tick. Tock.
Waiting for the stars
And that glimpse
Through iron bars…
Farewell little larks and loons
May they free you soon.