Song Bird

Her Cotton Woven Fabric is unrecognizable as she barely recognizes her familiar surroundings. I miss the old you - even tho we avoided you. So Timid as your eyes shift back and forth scanning thru the blur as if you need your 3rd eye glasses back. You thought you were infinite, but now- Your emotions are as empty as your hug. No smile on your face and the twinkle in your eye has been drugged away. Your song reminds me of your words when you were a prophet. Your Heart strings being plucked and forming a sounds that you can no longer express. You wear slip-ons. Maybe to remind you of a place, or time, when no shoe strings are allowed. You walk away. The chimes silent against the whispers of the wind. The moon is bright, but Orion is unrecognizable. If you need your energy ball back, I have it with me.