We call out to your imagination,
It's the only place you'll be able to understand.
Beyond sorrow and happiness,
Come master the air and the shadowlands.
We do not hear our voices sing,
They’re for you, your calling,
Gifts from a perennial spring.
Pure in heart, words lose in flight,
Leaving wings to trace the skies, bringing,
Ecstasy, to an unknown height.
The body falls back to university,
Tears they'll run down your face.
The final grasp disappears,
As you give chase.
And all that you’ve dreamed of,
But do not worry, you are me and you are I
We are flowers in the sky.
Debut poem for a series of new paintings about songbirds I'm working on.