A Poem a Day (232): The Blue-black Bird

The Blue-black Bird

The blue-black bird stared up at a zillion specks of silver,
A starstruck night spun so bright, much bigger than he
Or the oval pond or the leaves of his favourite tree.
They flickered lemon to burned gold in the dim light.

Faint breezes over tranquil waters whispered
Wise words of the earth and the sun’s true love,
Adventures of pure might on a moonlit night,
Escapsulating all the dreams of the blue-black bird.

But with age he grew weary, felt too weak to fly
Chose this spot to reflect and say his last goodbye.
Here, where he took his first flight on fragile wings
All those moons ago, when the sky seemed too high.

The stars stared down and recognised the blue-black bird
And shone their twinkling eyes on him undisturbed.
They whispered legends he could not understand,
The world of the stars so much grander than he.
In that moment he spread out his blue-black wings
And found he could still fly into the endless sky.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 5, 2020