I saw a silverbird the other day. We greeted each other as curious strangers –with a subtle eye recognition, at the distance.
Silverbirds are known to be reserved.
One moonless night, he came to my window and sang a spellbinding song —Just for me!
I waited impatiently each sunset for darkness; darkness dazzled by that ephemeral song.
Then came the midnight sun.
Unbreakable until then, I did not understand the spiral I was falling into. I longed for crystalline enchantment, longed for the song.
In dizzying sunlight, my steps trembled.
I fell and broke.
For dVerse | Poets Pub’s challenge to write a poem using the first person –-an apparent first person (maybe).