sparrow . .

 my secret desire is riding shotgun on the back of a tiny sparrow pummeling in the blackness of a great storm of unrest. my sorrow has consumed an entire ocean of salt water just so my tears will form. can i wish you into existence with a dying belief that you are out there my love. will i recognize you ? how many times will i ache to know your eyes are watching me or your lips smiling back at my smiles. how many times will i feel your presence just around the corner ? i think you are the dread that stalks me while i sleep. i wake and feel soo alone-so bitterly alone