white bird
Posted: March 8th, 2014, 6:25 pm
I can hear Its A Beautiful Day in the distance
its a house party at Mary Lou's and the White Bird
is flying high, above the room, and well
everyone is
that electric violin always haunts me,
seductively insisting I follow, it has real power
inside its beauty, strong as any muscles
those notes intoxicate my sensibilities
they waft through the congregation,
I close my eyes, see musical hands open the door
to the golden cage, I see the white bird
in all her majesty as she soars up and away
her flapping wings a morse-like code
tapped out in my head, and the message
stands tall like an ancient monolith,
our minds are free....to go anywhere we want
its a house party at Mary Lou's and the White Bird
is flying high, above the room, and well
everyone is
that electric violin always haunts me,
seductively insisting I follow, it has real power
inside its beauty, strong as any muscles
those notes intoxicate my sensibilities
they waft through the congregation,
I close my eyes, see musical hands open the door
to the golden cage, I see the white bird
in all her majesty as she soars up and away
her flapping wings a morse-like code
tapped out in my head, and the message
stands tall like an ancient monolith,
our minds are free....to go anywhere we want