Winged Love

Every day, I wait for the sun to set,
That is when she comes to me everyday.
It is the only time I enjoy life,
When she comes to take me away.

When the sun is up,
She sleeps away in her den.
But when the moon rises,
She awakens again.

I silently wait in my backyard.
Not a single light is shining.
Every second, I hold my breath,
Hoping that she won’t leave me crying.

And when the moment comes,
I let out a sigh of relief,
And I breathe easily again,
As her sight refills my belief.

She lands without making a noise,
And she folds her wings, diminishing her size.
She smiles at me, and I smile back.
Relief overflowing me as I hide my cries.

We greet, and I get on her scaly back.
As quietly and quickly as she came,
She leaps into the air, not a sound is made.
Nothing is disturbed, almost as if it was a still frame.

Her wings flap vibrantly,
As she takes me to her cave.
A small dwelling to her, but large by human comparison.
It is the place of pure joy that I crave.

When we get there, we relax
And converse about our day.
Talking to her,
She listens to what I say.

She doesn’t mind.
In fact, she enjoys my stories.
We talk for hours,
And I forget my worries.

We talk, play, eat, and joke,
Until the sun starts to show its face.
Then I get back on her back,
So she can take me to an undesirable place.

At home, I am alone.
No one cares for me.
No one cherishes my being.
No one helps me.

But she was different.
Even if she wasn’t human,
She showed me compassion and love.
She made me feel like I was a true man.

And when she held me in her loving arms,
My heart would take in her warm feelings,
And fill up what the next day would deplete.
And I know, without her, I’d be dying.

Every day, for three months,
Has these events been occurring.
She comes at night and takes me away,
And returns me home the next day to my dwelling.

I only hope that one day,
She will come and take me away,
And never bring me back.
My only wish is that it will be today.

Only in her presence, do I know true love.