If Love Should Have Wings

If Love Should Have Wings
By Lin Sheppard

The quaint creature hopped
and perched on the sill,

I gave him my crumbs,
when I’d had my fill.

Then a dizzying whirlwind zipped past
the curtain’s flow.

And if love should have wings,
it flew through my window.

A frightening bombardment on orderly taste,
alarmingly shaking that painstakingly paced.

Without singing a chirp,
It stole from my eye-

The twinkle within-
Wishing dreams much too high.

So that I’m weary for soft touches and gazing at stars
So that I can’t even bear when you venture too far.

Suddenly, you deserted
me at the clouds.

And flapped swiftly away
Without a sorry or sound.

Now my hear beats sorely and I look out still,
Where you first beckoned me, at the windowsill.