Between the Bars

Sleep walking and nothing seems wrong,
The sound is faint as I follow her crying song,
My toes stub concrete to the distant pound,
Following a memory's path to familiar ground.

It felt so real to touch the grass, dreaming like she were there,
Her diegetic tune whispers through the air,
A touch of breeze like running my fingers through her hair,
Only the teary-eyed stars can see how this is unfair.

Our love once shined like moon beams,
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams,*
Giving the sound that pecks at the hearts seams,
Jilted jars, scabbing scars, between the bars,
Exposed to fears, my fingers wipe away her tears.

Teary-eyed stars

Memory's Path 

 Broken Graves - mikahsupageek

*Poetry extract from Caged Bird by Maya Angelou