Bluebird, what's in that incessant chirp
That licks my ear in rising crescendos
Of a frenetic pace?
Dizzying is your mind which through
Dull eyed, doll eyed, dove eyed, beauty
Divulges your deepest dreads and most
Delightful dreams.
Will you come closer than that budding
Branch on the break of bloom to the
Corner of my porch where I sit in idle
Excitement trying to make sense of that
Stream of arrow that pierces the air in
Hushed tweets?
Your beauty speaks more of your soul
Than those calls you drawl in gibberish
From that tree so tall, which has always
Stood on my plot of land but had never
Seemed as stunning than with you
Nestled in among its shoots and boughs
Are you afraid to come closer for fear of
My outstretched palm or some scheming scheme
on the part of me, who in my rapture may be
compelled to ensnare your sun soul hair,
and drag you back to my lair
That is falsity and nonsense brought on
By mindless ramblings and fitful feeling
That wheel me in circles of mindless mania
Maniacal manifestations that could all be
Remedied if you'd only fly from that limb
To my own which is outstretched and
Offering you a home forever and long
There after so I can have days filled with
Your melodious laughter, which even from
Afar guarantees momentary bliss in a
World of shit
So do you wish to come closer and see there's no
Difference in me from that tree except I can love
And it cannot?
So fly then from that oak
To the palm of my work worn hand
A warmer home it is for you,
better than that oak dotted land



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