Member Poem

Skies are fresh as a breeze,
I lay awaken by the seashore,
Big Blue Bird with gleaming eyes,
with a military countenance,
turning aside with slight suspicion,
there suddenly its mate so still,
with Kingly inviting sentiment,
smoothly theatrical in his modes,
She remains with a slight refraining gesture,
only unspoken words could tell,
"I am Queen everlasting in my soul!"
And he overexerts facial love in dancing modes,
yet she stands still, he circles, and circles her,
and she calms to earth
thus he proceeds a Romanesque servitude.
What a mirror, a delight indeed beyond human!