Window In The Sky Poem by Leah Ayliffe

the bird flys alone
soaring past the starlit sky
into the depths of unknown

fear consumes each song
a melody drowning the soul
dripping colours from a melting rainbow
light the darkness
spitting silver sparkles into the blackhole

the winged bird, a glowing angel
dreaming of dreams in the night
filling space with pictures of a memory
from the corners of its mind longing to be relived

snowflakes dance, across the rainbow
meeting at the place where colour ends
colliding together to shape a cloud
that rains the tears of the forgotten

the bird still flys
singing the song it remembers
losing the passion for darkness
no longer intrigued by its poetic essence

then all at once
vivid flashes of what was returns
and through a window in the sky it sees
everything that it ever desired
it is possible that what it had was all it needed

in a panic it rushes back to that world
racing backwards to the beginning
but as it soars it forgets of window ice;
it will never reach past the looking glass