A Breath of Love

Beyond the window’s breeze
birds sing out to the skies,
and slip the bonds of the earth
in search of their freed love.

Empty distances stretch until
the horizon’s final bite
swallows the songs as they echo
with dreaming days, and hope.

To live with wings, to fly
above the exhaustion of grey.
What happy love the birds sing
from their panoramic views.

In a breeze by open window
I look out on the distances,
my dreams carried on a breath
of loving melody in the trees.

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