poetry

The bird lies silver.

by theusedlife 
the morning is a postcard from my window
the sky is criss-crossed and the 
	shadow of a bird lies silver 

a face i know, if the day goes longer 
	it’s because of you
God bends rainbows in those eyes
behind us, nothing arrives and 
	nothing sails
even the moon is someone else's

you and i, we make the kinds of mistakes 
only fools with intellects can make 
at twilight, at the breast of a tumbling shore
our shadows rise and fall

all while the spirit of the bird lies silver
we weep for the flower and we dance 
	alongside the vine
and we empty ourselves of the hourless 
	search for miracles in wide white wilderness

all while the bird lies silver
like a fugitive from sunlight
in the crests, in the swells 
	in safe suckled harbor
lie silver, lie silver

21 thoughts on “The bird lies silver.”

  6. Love this…”God bends rainbows in those eyes”…perfect. And “we make the kinds of mistakes
    only fools with intellects can make”…beautifully penned

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    2. It is ‘pure magic’ when a writer is able to achieve the feeling of expression as if written for anyone who happens by, to read. Beautifully written and delivered, on the first day of Winter. 🌷

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