A Woodpecker's Dream

In the quest of a heart,
I wander branch to branch
Pecking on hard facades,
Seeking the softness within.

Seeking a heart -
Soft as a sunny winter morning
A tenderness that,
Doesn't blunt my beak.

A heart that,
Doesn't bleed when i peck,
But resonates with love
As I rest on it.

Is it folly to dream?
When all I find is
Hollow shells of dried boughs
Or shall I wait for you?
©takotsubo