HUMMingbird

Just like the hummingbird,
i stop and think, in the middle of my path.
Back and forth I go, sucking the illusions
of colors from the petrified flowers.

My wings go fast, but i stand in the same place
without moving an inch, not a feather even,
one false move could make him see me,
see the inside of my heart.

My eyes looking the left-behinds of the other beings,
on the floor, their memories and stupidities,
I see my own and the green of my feathers turn red,
full of flames of passion and something once called love.

My beak that once sung beautiful songs, now only hums
the remaining s of an inspirational sunset full of music,
I'm still flying through the gardens, looking for my partner

in a final duet, so that i can take my flight back to loves eternal eden.