cradle

 

via Saatchi Art

Barely used, your cage lies 

In the corner of my room 

Like a cradle whose tiny occupant

Never escaped the great stork's mouth.

Where do I put all my love down? 

And so I bury you like I have buried 

The others who came before you.

With a broken heart spilling out

All the love that went unfelt 

Farewell, sweet friend.

May the flowers grow over you tomorrow. 

May you float amongst the birds and 

Sleep amongst the brightest of coral reefs. 

May you know cosmic love greater than mine.