To Little Bird
來自專欄 浪人余火
dear little bird,
I left, it was dark, you were in dream
what was seen there, I wondered for many centuries
could be something ordinary, or extraordinary
my child, you know things others ignore
live them, and make up your own lore
in this forest, youre envied - I think it is cute.
ask the stars
mother is on vacation
when you grow a little more, one will let you know
you have to teach yourself, others are not worth asking for, no more
you wake up, look at the world
must know that your existence is as real
spring and summer saturate, winters will be empty
big things hide in small ways
many are gone like never, dragons dont live forever
it is autumn you see leaves dangle
thats when little birds leave their nest
time is short and cruel, it is all true and real
do not mind the squirrels, they get bored for what they got
their closet full and dangerous, they dont know whats left to do
my child, life is not acquired, only lived
listen to the trees mumble, they have secrets we too could know
remember it is not about the sword
it is about something good.
night forest, whispers autumns evil, then
worlds fairies put on their black jacket
fly anyway though, understand speed is winds lure
the heart is more important
calm your wings and let earth gently know, not any way around
that is what mother always told
it is all true and real.
little bird, however the world be complicated, silly
it is always wonderful, even our pain would agree
stars and rains live in one sky, bright and dark are the same side
everything is its opposite, but only one is just
things become in a long go, unlike many told friend or foe, only few pays attention
when they do the world is silent, a million sounds dont matter
words are null and void, for they part and fall, afar from the root
where lifes many ways come, many ways may enter
your father has something to do
to tender, the land of two worlds - mundanely flew low
with stories forbidden to be told
my child, when you grow, find the angry rivers and insects
fires, gardens, villages
feathers of our chest are right, when each touches the dirt,
be true to a ravens soul, hard and wounded
you are from the dark side, but one day all will be yours to heal.
now sleep
when I left, it is dark, I will soon forget
youre there on days wake, thats all important to me
farewell, child
- yours, old bird
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