She was a bird made out of dreams
swimming at the bottom of
a lost forgotten sea
Wings of crushed velvet colored by black silk  flames
her name was written before time had a beginning
and will echo among the stars after eternities end
Her song was just outside my window
floating between the raindrops
of a midsummers storm
during the death of a midnight hour
But her heart was beating
in another world of another place
dancing with the footsteps of another ghost
to a rhythm I did not know
And all I could do was listen to the downpour
as i fell into a dream shaped like a bird
and get lost at oceans end