Sunday, March 20, 2016

the bird(Arnold Melleby, 03.20.2016)

hello,
my friend
I have a story
to tell you
let me know
if you like it
or not

there was a man
and there was a woman
there was love
there were birds singing
while flying mile high
then one day
dark clouds
painted the sky black
lightening struck
hitting one of the birds
and it fell to the ground
right in front of the man
who picked it up
and held it close to his heart
the dark clouds suddenly evaporated
as he felt the birds last heartbeat
towards the soft skin of his hands
a tear left his eye
rolling down his cheek
hitting the birds head
as if it just got baptized
naming the bird Love
before he buried the still warm body
in a shallow grave
once again alone
by the very spot she swore
to foreverness
then she spotted the clouds