Fledgling

 Fledgling 

In gardens of longing, where yearnings entwine,

A bird returns to this space, divine.

To the old tree, where memories accrue,

He seeks solace, a bond so true.

He peers at homes, now crumbling stones,

Then takes to skies with melodies in tones.

His wings, delicate, in shades so brown,

Defy gravity, don a golden crown.

In streets abandoned, he lands each day,

On thorny perches, where sorrows sway.

Woes carve marks on its feet's stance,

A soul in longing's fleeting dance.

Perched on branches, under moon's soft light,

From ancient balconies, a mystical sight.

Fate's chosen bird, in graceful flight 

Sends heartfelt tunes, with love alights 

Exchange of words and silent embrace,

Gazes so deep, in love's sacred space.

Longing stares reveal secrets in keep,

In profound shadows, their hearts do leap.

Trees stand witness, houses, silent domain,

Love's song whispered in yearning's refrain.

His passion, longing, a tale so true,

Witnessed by all, love's eternal hue.

Love blooms like spring's floral flight,

A fledgling's gift, a token so bright.

Before frost claims its chilling tower,

Their love's tale lingers, a cherished flower.

Maxwell O’Reilly