On flew the bird,
Through bullets
Of rain.
Heavy and fat, on
Tiny bone and wing
Should snap.
Fierce drops try to hammer
Fragile life
To the ground.
Yet,
Unchanged, and elegant,
On she flies.
While I,
Am weighed down.
A thousand cold kisses
Have forced me
To stop.
Each day
I wrote
A memory.
On a scrap
Of paper.
Yesterday
The wind
Stole it
High away
From me.
And now
I live, and
Hope,
That lost
Memory
Has been
Taken
By a bird
Who now
Thinks
He lost
His first
Love in
Winter.
They all grabbed the air
And flew on away.
Except you who stayed
And had something to say.
You sang and sang
Till you’re little heart could burst.
While the giant who watched
Frowned and feared the worst.
So you changed your song
To a light and pretty jest.
The tall man smiled and said
Your song was the best.
Then the tune changed
It was sad and slow.
Giant tears he cried
It made him feel so low.
So the day passed
With notes so sublime.
That both giant and bird
Could have spent a lifetime.
Single startling note
As a bird cried out
Shattering the heavy
Old dusty silence.
As the echoes faded
Another note followed.
Then more stop
Started out.
Until a gentle
Broken song
Stuttered
In to life.
That one sweet
Sorrow solo,
That hoped to
Start a chorus.
If you see him
As he travels
Here to there,
And he is all
Alone,
Leave him be.
Do not run
Or curse his
Bright black eyes,
Just wish him
A good morning
No matter what the
Time of day
And carry
Quickly on.
Don’t forget
To greet him
Though,
Just those
Two little words
Unless you
Wish a shadow
To fall and
Darken all your
Days
.
.
.
(For my dad, with love,x )
Then it Started 