New Birds
once there was a song,
like morning dripping sunshine.
flown from beautiful birds.
and sung on blued and winged pinion.
once there was a melody,
like glittered pure spring blooms.
that soared high for the moon to love.
and mused through gypsy beak.
once there was a bird,
singing on my window sill.
and silent waiting kept me there,
to hear a magpies seventh song.
once there was a feather,
floating down the winters chill.
wicked falling mockingbird.
never mind nor notice cold & silent winds.
once there was a song,
like mourning shining beauty.
and yet flown from my garden as the night.
for another heart still left to burn.