Burgundy of a Skylark

In the last winter,

a strange shadow crossed my sight, so unexpectedly,

yet it felt familiar,

then it grew visible smoothly day by day.

Then things started to happen fast,

I found that shadow belonged,

to a Skylark who had feathers of burgundy..

With the time,

it began the conversation with me,

that often went overnight,

we walked along the most amazing avenues,

from the deepest oceans to the limitless blue skies,

so listening to its nicest voice,

became a habit for me.

Beyond that beauty of voice,

the essence of those talks,

always crawled into the core of my soul,

making me realize,

Skylark was the one,

who can translate the language of my soul.

From a day I can't recall,

I found myself longing for its presence,

so did the Skylark,

ensuring I was always fine,

whispering secrets,

flying swiftly by my ears.

We both adored watching the night sky,

whether it was starry or deserted in utter darkness,

we enjoyed it.

Then it sought my company,

whenever possible so did I.

Still, I remember the day its softest wings,

accidentally brushed my hands,

I enjoyed it as I felt its heartbeat,

beyond the silk of a touch.

The time spent looking at its eyes,

brought me an endless feast,

as I saw my destiny in its reflection!

Yeah, I can answer to any question,

that jingling voice asks,

as we don't have anything to hide.

It was never easy to bear,

the endless pressure arose in ,

war fields of our minds,

above them all, the bond of purity and trust came up,

so it would do, in wars not yet come.

Indeed, this magical Burgundy of a Skylark,

was the best-ever reader of my poems,

as it was also poetic.

The most cherished whisper of this Skylark,

kisses my mind every day:

"Thank you for existing!"

And, if you ask me what lies between us,

my answer would be:

It's the river of love, flows touching,

the banks of truth and openness.

And I believe in another thing,

that stream only deepens with every single talk and meeting,

as that magic maker of a Skylark leans by me,

resting its head on my shoulder.