PERCH

​Is it not a bird’s wings, which
make its perspective unique?
Sight alone will not
show you the world.
The view from a branch,
a tuft of moss, a speckle of leaves,
will only change
with the seasons.
We must lift ourselves,
soaring high above the sky,
to see the vastness below.
 
From my perch, I saw you enter.
Your smile was kind.
Your eyes were on fire.
A mystery contained neatly
behind two lids.
Blinking; a fan to the flame.
I have heard a many song
carried ‘cross land and sea.
But I have never heard
a sound like you.
 
The truth rests gently
on your tongue.
It rises and falls, a steady breath
as you sleep upon my chest,
a bay for safe harbor.
Your eyelids, your wings,
Fluttering in the darkness.
In dreams, you lift me
to greater heights.