No Birdies For Me

Glass covered princess,
Fragile like the wind –
Thoughts in recess,
Still longing for a friend.

Enveloped in silence,
Hurting once again –
Broken into pieces
No glue could ever mend.

Ancient chinese proverbs
Still seem written about me –
A love for mother, father and siblings,
And how happiness will set me free.

If bird in hand
Means two in the bush
Then where is my solace dove?
Still flying solo overhead
And fleeting my love?

©2003 Joe Jenkins