The Addict | Part IV

Green wispy leaves and sweetly sung tunes Nature’s luxuries, like honeydew This sweetest boy, a virtuous peasant Enslaved by his heart when his mind wasn’t present He sang to the dove his lovely melodies Only meant for her and most welcome remedies

He sat atop a willow branch Sang her to sleep and held her hand He watched her in twilight and watched her at dawn He wrapped himself around her all the night long And each time she awoke, adoring his face That this boy was the sweetest in all his grace

And in all the land there wasn’t the same Honest of peasants, peaceful and tame At least that was what she saw in his eyes His truest heart’s compassion and dark and stormy skies She soon realized that with falling in love She was falling with uncertainty of what was to come For she was all too familiar with the feeling of fear From soaring high and ending with drear

Her heart had been shattered and left to dry But was left with a spark that would soon ignite It had sent her toward skies that were transparent and bright And that’s when she knew she’d be willing to fight So fight she did as she took to the skies In search of the light and the dreary blue eyes Of the dove that now sang atop the willow branch Looking deep and looking somber as he still held her hand

Her heart gave a jolt and reached out to his own Cold dormant heart now heavy like stone His eyes became heavy as he gave in to sleep Feeling safe and somber believing nothing will creep The tearful dove leaned her head close to his Completing the night with a woeful kiss

Her heart beat for his, so sad yet so sweet Rested his head in her breasts so he would recognize the beat And he did, within time, he knew that sound well It had come and gone in that night he first fell He combusted, he was scorched, he was now in flames His heart came alive and chest was ablaze He awoke with a start and could feel his heart race Stared into the eyes of the dove and was so amazed

They shared the same beat, shared the same fear What was now so new and sitting right there And bigger than them, the two birds in this branch Who were broken and wounded but still took a chance And now that they shared one heart with two beats They stared at the ground below two thousand feet The fall would be harder and scarier and dark It still didn’t matter, they were lit with a spark

They looked at each other, uncertain of what was to be So they flew from the branch from inside the willow tree They flew into hardships as they moved closer to the sun Yet it still didn’t matter, because they flew as one.

-SQ 2017