Feeding the Sparrow

Up in the skies I watch
the hesitating clouds,
Like me and you.
about to cry at any second.
For the new dreams reckoned.

Down there is me praying helplessly.
As the dreams overflow my heart,
It is another daybreak with secret news.
Away from my left part.

I sit awake while the world sleeps.
My silence is broken by this sparrow.
It lands at my balcony to search some food.
I feed it with three pieces of cake.
Like the syllables of your name.
First it looks right, then left
Then starts to take
The little pieces of cake.
Soon the day is to break.

After tasting each piece,
It looks at me as if praying
For our meeting.
Silently I watch it eating,
Feeling its tiny heart beating.
The way it looks is like saying amen
For our wishes hidden under glowing coal.
How lonely I feel at this time
I am half-way not a whole.

It beats its wings
reminding me of our heartbeats
On every occasion we see each other.
Saying beware of the frowning father.

It walks with fearful steps
reminding me our secret meets
hiding from evil eyes.
Hard to give answers to questions
Starting with whys.

It is happy to get the food
Completely it is in a good mood.
Little bit frightened though it shakes
Reminding me when our hands touch.
I wonder if it feels I miss you so much.

At last the sparrow finishes feeding.
The look in its eyes is no more pleading.
It flaps off slowly,
rises in the sky.
I watch the sparrow fly.