Baskadia

If I were that bird;

Flapping my wing

In and out the nest, home.

All the blue feathers I'd joy

The morning songs I'd compose;

The tweets of innocence

Heart piercing mine gold,

I'd wear pride of my blue wing

That of the sky's paint

The limitless sky

No one knows the end.

I'd home within drum songs;

The great melodies with my beak

'Til echoing loudness bares

In these great green trees

And silence shrinks with shame.

I'd do it all in the dark woods

All with my one wing.