Exquisite

If you could look into my eyes tonight you would see the most exquisite pain and joy.

Watching the golden bird fly into the sunrise is a bittersweet gift. I would not wish it otherwise. The horizon offers an immense array of possibilities for such a sweet creature and it deserves only the finest and the best.

I admit my eyes will shed a tear, or two. My time for standing before its cage in adoration is over. Life offered me the joy of reaching out with one finger and feeling those tiny feet brush over it. For that I am eternally grateful.

Now I will close my eyes and envision a brighter world where it can build its nest in the fullness of prosperity and contentment, free to be and do whatever its heart desires and knowing whatever that is, it will be perfect