Beholder and More

Perched on my face, these two pacific birds -
your eyes sit on me, a new awareness...
a gaze that sculpts me and catapults words;
a look that's poetry, a freeing harness.

You gather me an autumn memory -
I'm thousand maple leaves that take refuge
in this road to self – discovery,
you create, and I, ‘become’ the deluge.

Two beaks that undo the limits to skies -
where are you taking me, lovely light?
Is this the ‘beyond’ where you found your eyes?
I feel… feel almost beautiful tonight.

Hope you won’t abandon the nest you create
…and then to territories new migrate.