"humming bird"

quiet down, now, look around,
how is it that such exquisite peace
is pieced together at least by tears
and severed hearts and “so about the weather…”

do you remember when the humming bird would
hum to us the tunes of our daytime bliss and we would forget
what bound us in lists of
“should not’s” and “should do’s”

when I was me and you—

you were you

we would go to the edge of the world
on humming bird wings with

just

a

smile

this place was a beauty,

the blue horizon planting

gardens in your eyes

the humming bird

singing the melodies of

you and me

with a thump-thump

and a thump-thump

but nothing like it is now

streets full of the damned and

the desperate

and disowning your own things

that used to string this world together

now they bring them close to break it all apart

to break us all apart

where has the laughter of the humming bird gone?

I hear nothing but the shrill sound of

bullets whizzing through

my dreams,

and my visions are now

a wasteland for the lovers

I see nothing but darkness—

a black cloud of brokenness

engulfing, swallowing, and

spitting back out

and I hear nothing but crying in the silence of

the evening’s shadow

where has the laughter of the humming bird gone?

the sun shines not

only the melancholic moon rises and falls

like the chest of the humming bird

resting in the nest of his past

dreaming

of

metaphors

with no sound or vibrations

just visions of darkness

because love has always been

blind but never did I realize how

deaf it really was—

how deaf we all are…

the sound of a gun and

the humming bird falls from the tree