Black Bird flying high
Inside I don’t know what it is I feel.
This intensity deep in my heart.
I can’t understand what this is.
Neither a bad or good feeling
Nothing at all,
Just a ringing in my heart
A thump of a beat
The falling of a tree
Friction works its magic
To ignite a flame.
I see the message.
I know the path.
My heart in rhythm to my hand.
A pen on paper swiftly strides,
Left and right to my heart beats.
From sky to ground to journal
My Black Bird on the page
Satisfy my quivering heart
Boiling with desire,
For page after page after page
Of a Black Bird on a paper stage