Her heart unlatched, the birds did rise
In green eyes, a lonely red chair cried
Under the eaves of summer, it did sigh
Amid the flutters of fantasies disguised
A vacant chair upon a porch did pour
Memories of rain and thoughts amour
A resting spot where shadows dance
A red chair waiting for love’s romance
In the pool she floated, birds gathering
Upon the patio, a single chair lathering
Floating in lit motion, she felt the breeze
Her heart unlatched, bright golden keys
A red chair waiting for moments there
The comfort of a poet’s dream, so bare
A tree filled with limbs for quiet nests
Birds of her heart, angelic, the quests
Into space, memories fell like feathers
Colored leaves, loneliness, unfettered
Gazing up, her passion stood, so red
