Poems for Romantics

Bluebirds

Oh how I wish to see a bluebird.
A pure blue winged creation,
Flying past me and landing on a nearby branch.
I would stay for hours and watch it bounce.
One twig... two twig... three-
Plummeting to the floor the bluebird tweets,
Calling for another to come and help,
It could be a strange bird or a bird like him.
He needs someone and he will welcome anyone into his heart.
His big heart, that wrestles with the loneliness of a bird flying through the sky alone,
In search of food and shelter or maybe someone to love.
Flapping his wings against the concrete,
He tries to lift his precious little head.
Looking for something to aide him he calls,
He calls again and again,
Waiting.
Will anyone ever come for the bluebird,
The mirror of my soul.
It needs someone to hold it, to hold it tight and close.