Blackbirds
Oh how you blackbirds haunt me.
Are you the darkness lifting from my soul, to fly outward away from me, absenting yourself to leave the light things left?
Or do you clatter and claw toward me, bringing death and memories of death and deaths cold fingers to wake me from my past death?
All I know is that you keep flying and each day I move toward the end and the understanding of you, my cold, beautiful, dark, swift, fragile friend foes.
Are you the darkness lifting from my soul, to fly outward away from me, absenting yourself to leave the light things left?
Or do you clatter and claw toward me, bringing death and memories of death and deaths cold fingers to wake me from my past death?
All I know is that you keep flying and each day I move toward the end and the understanding of you, my cold, beautiful, dark, swift, fragile friend foes.
