I can have the most beautiful day,

I can find birds that sing in time

with the music that sleeps

inside my head

and I can find the soprano

whose heart beat resembles a muse

in which to write such words of praise

and yet..

again and again I know that life is fleeting,

that the bird of super thunder,

of golden reflection is the heaven

and whose joy is abundant…

makes me sad, brings a tear of damnation

scurrying down my cheek

and to whom, sends me hurtling towards

an oblivion dressed in crow black

and magpie sharp blue…

I feel the beauty wrestle

and lose and I feel trapped by the cuckoo

that nests in the soul,

I can but hate this crowded aviary and realise

that in time the birds will be free

and so will I

as I slip into finality of being the meal

for the carrion call.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015