Caged heart

My cage is gilded, my heart beats like a pendulum at its center.

Staring at its peak, awaiting the day that the golden latch flinches.

The sun transcends across my polished bars in streams,

that restore my faith in the world.

My cage is alive.

 

It pulsates and sighs with my heart at its core.

Torn paper dreams that carry through the air,

as the wind speaks to them.

So full of affection and vigor,

beating in time with its iridescent copper swing.

 

I feel like I'll have wings someday,

the heartbeat calls through the bars.

Maybe so, the bars reply.

 

Maybe so....

 

Done