far from here

i wonder if she knows she is magic to me

the gentle clasp of her hands around mine

my fingers are birds to cage, entrapping me

she leaves me amused, grinning wickedly like a sunbeam

i wonder if they know i cherish them.

the way they cut their hair and dye it too

an artist shoud look like the art they make

they are worthy to be pinned across musuem walls

she keeps me from feeling hollow

when winter comes and the snow gives me cold feet

it is her smile and silly tendencies that push me through

she must know the affects she has on me

if not for her then who?

they are free to fly

wings that have been clipped so long,

it is only love that can straighten them

and i know that they should be free,

that i should not anchor them here

she is indeed, free to fly wherever she desires

if, by chance, her wings get singed

like icarus chasing the light

then i will let her go, with a dazed expression

and burrow her in my heart until her return.

i hope she knows that i adore her

like i always said i did.