Baskadia

Single Winged Blue Bird

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.