In the dark of dreams
the heartbird flew
far and wide till she came to my arms.
I built her a nest of silver and blue
wisps and mirrors and scraps of sky,
lined with the down from my own broken wings;
but she cocked her head, blinked her jet-bead eye
and jumped to my breast.
With head tucked to my chin,
her warmth and mine
together we slept
through the tempest outside
heartbeat to heartbeat
the cold tide.
Optional Musical Accompaniment
Images: The Phoenix Bird, 1990, ©Viorel Marginean Fair Use
Oak Fractured By A Lightning, 1842, Maxim Vorobiev Public Domain