Blue bird

Moving around in gentle strolls
A sunny day and splendid sky,
Riverine shore bore a solitude smile
A bird in blue sat along the thorny bush,
Gazing over the scintillating waters,
Some where it shot down the surface
But in vain for its prey quicker ,
Shall I stop in to watch it again?
A question frequently asking self.
As I waited on the sandy bank,
A whole bunch of past falling,
Out from the veiled hearts;
Showy past so glorious,it seems
for its charm filled fast around
but then what its now to seek again?
Blanched hearts now and smile so pale,
Time drifted the charm then so high,
Sat we around as if nothing more .
The blue bird now it starts again;
crossing over the silver line,
and back with life on beeks.

Silver lines of life to be crossed ?, though at vain
Yes its time it rolls on forth; but never back?
But the bird teaches another lesson,
And I ask again myself ' now to watch or to be watched?'