| One of my favorite, simple pieces |


Sonnet 16 Sonnet 16Sonnet 16 by ~daifukuUsagi
This morning I woke up without a name
And asked the bird upon my windowsil
If it recalled the title of the flame
That burned behind my limbs and mouth and will.
"I do not know you," said the little bird,
"For I was born only an hour ago."
And with a voice that scarcely could be heard
It took off, singing, in the sleet and snow.
I wandered to the mirror, just to see
If I could spot an image in the glass
That might devulge some secrets about me
From deep within the silver, gold, and brass -
But all that he could tell me was to say
That I would be his prisoner one day.