BEHIND A FILTER OF FEAR

I sit amongst the broken dreams
The dreams that could not be
Those I dared not dream
And the fear that hides the truth

Moving softly to my breath gentle fingers touch the veil
Calling to the birds in song, I tentatively part filaments
They move in circles, slowly
Singing of their dreams

They do not see my outstretched offering or hear the whimper that rises from my throat
How can they?
They are neither deaf nor blind
And know not fear

I stumble forwards watching as the crumbs scatter
One little bird comes close
I can almost touch its silken feathers

Pecking at the solitary crumb it looks me in the eye
I watch helplessly through fearful eyes
In a flash it’s gone
Soaring in truth