A song of a bird
waking me each morning
with a different story to tell.
A song my ears never heard.
The melody in the air, dancing
joyfully, chanting its spell.
A song of a bird
closing my eyelids each night,
with the same dream to dwell.
A dream my heart and mind pictured
as my life’s sweet delight.
But at dawn the dream whispers a ‘farewell’.
One day I was awakened
by no song of a bird. Silence,
filled with the gentle crispness of the icy air.
Patiently, my ears listened
for any sign of the bird’s presence.
But no sound came from anywhere.
‘Strange’ I thought to
myself. Yet somehow it felt more natural,
as if the singing bird never
existed. But that dream I pursue,
the one that never seemed too real,
now feels more alive than ever...
