Bird Goodbye

So gentle, as if you are hurt to hold.

I dream of you, a bird that  night has stole.

We dance the dance, around the fires we chant.

I find your eyes, green leaves of the plant

From which you grew, and bloomed, and burned, and fell

To rise again, blood and bone of the swell

Behind my chest that beats only of you.

But your fires fade, you go into the night

So I dream of you, my bird lost in flight.

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