Black Bird's Song

[Guest guest]

I dreamt of black-winged birds

flying in swift moment as if One

thought,

away,

perhaps to the shadows of another dream

I shall yet dream

and now

I have awakened

your hand reached out

open-palmed, strong, assured of my answer,

even though I know not your question, as if,

You,

holding small blue eggs,

as if yet invisible,

memories and future growing

together

in albumen and tears

in white feathers

of my heart

 

unfolding

to the call of a Dreamer's Song

Spring,

you have come again,

Love,

you have forgiven me.

 

 

Love,

Ana