Blackbird

personal growth poem of imagination

Life flies, so quickly away
As I sit and watch from an old window
Where I love to play

So fast, in your dreams you go
In the evening hours, by the old window
What do you want to know?

A child’s cry, breaks the silent hours
The beginning of new life, at a new window
Where a new soul grows

Bright lights flash into your quiet dreams
From distant stars, through the old window
Where their reflection screams

I sit by my own old heart
And dream it flies, out the old window
Landing safely into its own shadow

Love flies so fast away
On this frozen day, by the old window
Love warms my heart today

A blackbird cries, as it tries to fly
Where I see her try, by the old window
And I feel her cry

Weather beating wings, falling open wide
A shivering heart, eyes like an old window
In the frozen snow

I know she will have her day
As I watch her fly away, thru the old window
Where we love to play