A Poem: Birdsong

Lonely Heart,

What is it that you want?

Is it a companion?

A yin to your yang parade?

An idealist? 

A punch-drunk lover,

destined to enhance your penitence 

by hanging all your imperfections 

over head, like a skyline 

painting picture perfect unhappiness

onto a well lit, dust infected bowl 

of a night sky?

(deep breath) 

A partner in the knock-down, drag-out,

procession of the ill fated now?

The post-romantic marriage cycle we broadcast to our young dreamers,

"Children, this is love."

Or is it attention?

The affections of any less than 

desirable bird swooping in 

and flying out in accordance 

with the amount of pleasure you feel

in hearing her unfamiliar song?

Call to me, Bird!!

So that I can build you 

a nest of vanity out of sticks 

and stones that will break 

your spirit and words 

designed to lure you.

A ghost in home, 

by morning light, 

leaves a victim 

of natural selection.

Is that what you desire?

Lonely Heart, take refuge 

in the purpose of solitude

and its soft and sleepy silence

until you hear a song 

you already know.

Lonely Heart, 

wait for your birdsong.