Empty spaces

A robust bird in cage
on a journey
towards it lost flight

Once sky's patriot
now on leveled hermitage
bowing into swan song

wanting to be someone else
he begins to swim
in tears of its passing age

waiting to be rekindled
parks its wings
in hope's resting page

Under its old nest
I ponder of the empty spaces
to its freedom, the spaces to its dawn

while looking at shadows

that bring out a color well known

and shades of gloomy hue

The unhappy hour

and its moments, I'd eternalize

The flight, if the bird is dream

is winged with my might

The restraint is to

reach oblivion

The might is

to last infinity

Time, they say moves on

and what doesn't last

would never go on

How then could I search in places

where I've never gone

What do I do to fill

the places

when I know the void

is making me strong...

The wings are not

going to take me places

when I know not

of the prevailing storm

The journey is not

going to carve me places

when empty spaces is all I long.