a birds song heard in a dream

12 crows sitting across the street
the scattered wings of origin
perched from the tree tops to the hanging branches below
someone is here visiting
the misunderstanding found in history’s
unknown truths
the feelings that come over you
when you know your not alone

drops of rain touching the ground
the secret in magic's reconciliation
the eye summoning the flower's
dying tear
calling out for collectivism

in this world of fame there are many forces
standing against the tides of destruction
the voices you hear in the silence of the wind
modernization moving across times voided schemes

the players in nights hour
calling to you
asking you to take a moment
to listen

the rhythms in the breath
of natures last wishes
violent
caring

a succession of union
lights one at a time
here
and
there
appearing in the wilderness

all along the way the songs of life
giving us a chance
for solitude in loves redemption
there can be no blame in our yesterdays
in searching for the ways of tomorrow

here is the answer to the diseased rumors and innuendoes of our heritage
really there isn’t anything to it
if you will only allow yourself to believe in the song of the dream
a bird heard in the night

singing to us a song of forgiveness

By Joseph Mayo Wristen