I hover like an underscore above the water
watching the vapor twist to my presence.
It reminds me how fragile the air is,
and how fortunate that is for me.
Do you sometimes wish your wings could whisper?
Do I resist the urge to bury myself in your hair
because it smells like how flowers taste?
I can stay perched for only so long.
I know your heart beats slowly.
Having the imagination you do,
you like the way the scattered clouds in the morning
sometimes look like crayon scribbles.
I had never thought of it like that before.
You’re absolutely right.
I could learn a thing or two from you about
producing such a beautiful aura,
and in return,
I could show you how to move in any direction,
Take notice the hum of my awkward.
It’s hard to keep a good composure
when my heart has beaten 1200 times in the last minute.
I’m not afraid to sing for you.