Undeserved
The Bird and the core of the heart of the fruit
When foolish action
Bestows upon us great reward
we are doomed
For we may then be fools forever
Hoping in vain
waiting to again receive a prize
we were never
to have won
And so my love I implore you
Forgive my silly ways
For that which once had drawn you to my arms
Has propelled you
Jettisoned past the horizon
Are you convinced to catch the sun my love?
Are you willing your way to the moon?
Are you to stir your teas and serve them among the stars?
You must be a wet bird now drenched in clouds
And yet still frantic I comb the earth
In search of the wisdom
That allows for comfort,
for peace.
I pray
one day
you may
dry
your soaked and ruffled bright young feathers
And build your nest
Perched upon the branches of my longing
And you shall eat the worms
out from within my fruit
Restore my apples to full health
carry seeds across the earth
drop them far off in the distance
return home again to me
you are free
to love