A flock of sparrows

I saw a flock of sparrows

as they passed over my garden

they formed a shape an arrow

as if to point the way

bringing about a commotion

they traveled above

stirring up chaos

reminding the over birds

that we who journey in the skies

have but one purpose

for each and everyone of us

to follow them as they fly by

a day of love

a feast for the senses

cards are sent

roses with their scent

the message of love is received

red is the passion

when all is revealed

bringing about a new hope

put into perspective given scope

each and every darling wallflower of the mind

a blessing you will find

Love is a paradox

Love is a paradox

when ones feelings

are not of your own

but a fabrication

of society

this reality

is a manifestation of being

a recreation of essence

a parting of the way

the substance of which

echoes through

beyond all borders

the paths which we follow

to find true love