Learning to Fly I

A vision softly creeping, left its seed while I was sleeping.

I did not want your thoughts to be disturbed,

I did not want them to be perturbed.

That's why I sent you birds,

to stop the awful sound the silence make.

I woke up next day and heard nothing.

You didn't send no birds, no sounds, no loving.

The air bouncing in my room walls,

made me lose control.

This was the worst you could do,

because in my mind,

before,

I could only see you.