(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.