Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
There is a bird whose wings are the color of rainbows.
When he grieves his song is the is the sigh of a summer storm.
His laughter is the aurora and his tongue drizzles honey of
opulent verses that penetrate my veins.
Sandpipers, we wade wide shores of light
and when he is thirsty he sips dew from my feathers
that are dripping with his colors.
When adventure calls to us,
we lift our wings and fly away.