Sep 2014
A bird cooed
through dreamless wake
swirled in wisps of sound
like rippling waves gold, bound
upon our ears they found
a brittle call again again
flew in from the cold dark night,
a small perched figure
anonymous, free
wrapped in misty light
soft, drifting, frail,
sweet in midnight gloom
a song so gentle
dreams seemed real
melancholy blue,
the bird in the night
cooed
through dreamless wake
swirled in wisps of sound
like rippling waves gold, bound
upon our ears they found
a brittle call again again
flew in from the cold dark night,
a small perched figure
anonymous, free
wrapped in misty light
soft, drifting, frail,
sweet in midnight gloom
a song so gentle
dreams seemed real
melancholy blue,
the bird in the night
cooed
The night was almost silent until I heard a bird coo, right outside my window.
Just when I thought nothing was as beautiful as silence, something more beautiful broke it.
Just when I thought nothing was as beautiful as silence, something more beautiful broke it.
