The Island and The Birdcage

I am an island.
I reach out faintly,
But I cannot commit,
The fear stops my hand.
Although many reach for me
I hide my face and shield
From possibility.

Can you reach me?
Or rather
Should you even try?
So many before bear scars
And so do I.
Although those scars are fading,
I remain
An island.

And she is there, and she is so beautiful.
She stands poised as if she could take off in flight,
With her Bird at her side.
Where she belongs.
The realm of hollow bones and feather hair.
Her eyes still hold the sparkle of youth,
And she smiles her velvet-lipped smile.
The smile I took from her for so long.
The smile I am warmed to see.

I am an island
As i rediscover her.
I have noticed, and
She notices I have noticed.
I tread lightly, for i dread
The thought of a broken birdcage.

Back away, back away, my dear.
Do not let me take your thin-fingered heart again.
It belongs with the birds.
And do not keep a care for me,
For I remain
An island.