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Sep 2012
(Chorus)
There is a pale bird
In the blue night
It stays awake
Beneath my window.
It does not sing.
It has no call,
And in the morning
It is gone.
 
(Verse I)
Life so rich.
Thoughts so full.
Intentions mainly
Good and strong.
My children sleep.
And I at peace,
My husband’s arms
Surround all foes and fears
 
(Verse 2)
Oh palest bird,
With moon and stars
Your only friends
You keep this vigil long.
Sing in my heart
A silent song
To reach beyond
The curtain of my doubts and dreams
 
(Verse 3)
And then one night
I’ll sense you’ve gone.
Oh pale bird taken
From its garden home.
What will I do?
Where shall I go?
The door now closed
On tenderness in sight and sound.
Here's another poem from my song cycle Pleasing Myself based on the textile images of Janet Bolton. This poem is set to a thinly disguised blues.
Nigel Morgan
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Nigel Morgan  Wakefield, UK
(Wakefield, UK)   
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