Today
the blue bird came out of its cage
to sing a melody of love
and the song made the room
remember its silence
as the dried flowers of
time began to age
more quickly
before the clock
hanging over pictures
framed in hopes
and lost in boxes
But still the blue bird
perched itself on
the hand of the woman
about to enter the next
chapters of her life
and it sang a chorus
of dreams through her heart
As the sun began to rise
in a life with stories
and the bird
whispered quietly to the
lines in the woman’s face
“you are still alive,
and we should sing together”
then both sang a song
which lifted the sleep out
of life and the dance of
wings about to fly met the air
By Melinda Cochrane ©
also published at lifeasahumanmagzine
the blue bird came out of its cage
to sing a melody of love
and the song made the room
remember its silence
as the dried flowers of
time began to age
more quickly
before the clock
hanging over pictures
framed in hopes
and lost in boxes
But still the blue bird
perched itself on
the hand of the woman
about to enter the next
chapters of her life
and it sang a chorus
of dreams through her heart
As the sun began to rise
in a life with stories
and the bird
whispered quietly to the
lines in the woman’s face
“you are still alive,
and we should sing together”
then both sang a song
which lifted the sleep out
of life and the dance of
wings about to fly met the air
By Melinda Cochrane ©
also published at lifeasahumanmagzine