sparrow and the nightengale

I am the nightengale trapped in a cage.
You are the sparrow flying free.
I knew you only one day, but I still remember you eyes,
pale, like the silver-blue moon.
'I'm a runaway.' You said to me. 'I do what I want, when I want.'
I wonder what true freedom tastes like.
But my mother shook her head when I told her your story.
'a bad seed' she warned. 'stay away from him.'
But I didn't care.
And the next day when I waited so eagerly to see you,
you were gone.
'Nothing can keep me in one place', you'd said.
I guess I hoped, that you'd be wrong.
Are you roaming the world little sparrow, lost in your adventures?
Are you sitting under the flaming autumn trees, your thoughts ablaze?
And what causes your mind to swell when your eyes slip closed little sparrow?
Do you dream of a warm bed, and a loving family?
What is it like, little sparrow, to look in on a life you so desperately crave?
To feel the wind under your wings

and

then

fall?