sweet birdsong consumes
the bitterness of cities
a summer morning

Only fools would lock birds in a cage.
There they grow, and with them grows their rage.

In their eyes you can see the desire
to break free, to tear down the barbed wire,
and to launch at their captor, with claws—
sinking deep in his flesh all because—

—only fools would lock birds in a cage,
where they grow, and with them grows their rage.

I don’t need you to solve my problems
Just listen to me while I cry
I don’t need you to give your life
Just love me when I want to die

Give me time to process
Give me time to breath
Promise that you’ll hold me
Promise you won’t leave

I just need some time to grieve for
The life I lost when I was young
I just need some time to grieve for
All the songs I’ve left unsung

When we wake up in the morning
As the sun peaks through the trees
The birds sing out their warning
As the wind rustles through the leaves

I can feel my heart a glowing
As you kiss me on the cheek
Like a tree I have been growing
Of my sorrows let me speak

I just need some time to grieve for
The life I lost when I was young
I just need some time to grieve for
All the songs I’ve left unsung

When the day is gone
And we’re done with the sun
Kiss me on my head
As I sink into the bed

As the sky’s turn red
And I’m wishing I was dead
You can rock me to sleep
With the nightmares I keep

And I’ll dream of songs unsung
And I’ll dream of songs unsung

6 am
(though it's really 5 am, the sun knows this)
surfacing from dreams into the yawning light of early
regrettably, with a troubled, insecure heart.
With stillness, I reach out in listening.

Birds.

Outside, one boundary away, they speak of the joyous Sun.
They speak of heat and light of day.
They speak of Earth and Nature.

They speak of their Love for me.
For all,
but that all
includes me.

I notice their Love. I drink it
like the skin a warm bath.
Caretakers of the dawn,
they bring the light inside for me.

In the presence of birds
I am friendful,
my soul is quenched.
My heart is smiling, yellow and rose.

My leg stirs,
eager to start the day.

My alarm this morning
came by virtue of the birds
who long before the sun had set the sky alight
had shed the quiet wings of night
and very early came to sing
with news of what the day would bring

Drops of love
are falling continuously
over the streets and the roofs.
A long rain
came to wash away
the sadness.

Birds from my heart
went away flying
far, far away,
to deliver you a message.
These birds bring you
rays of light.
You are my Soul Reminder

In the same time,
I need to continue my life
without you.
I need to go on
singing
dancing
loving
writing
Fully living