Magpie

Magpie

Maybe I had a dream of singing those ballads with you

Of holding love in my arms and watching it grow

Of seeing a soul twisting and dancing and seeing and living

Alive in a conversation  

Bearing and building and stories conflicting

With this world and emotion and life bridging the gap of commotion

Of vehicles stirring and clocks churn the burning

To connect in this universe without station or curse

But true as a self could reach out her hand for my help

Like a fantasy of being needed, of having a place in this world

If only the space was a yearning and a not a fear of this moor

What is and what could be and what may have a hand in the living

My old fears spiral and grip into the cup of the

Poison to sip deep slurps of the actions that only bring hurt

To my wheels trying to drive through the rain to exert a will

To keep living to connect in this vast wasteland of tilling

Dry soil and pray dancing for rain and season after season

The yellow dwarf just beats down the same, blocked for none

And withered unpalatable under the dome of this sun

Prayers like magpies baking and all of their screams

Pierce deaf for they are making a fairy tale call out

A beckon for imagined things, a hand holding back a

Yearning to explore more than me, but part of herself

In these parts of speech ever expressed and satiate this hunger

In the bounty of meets and greetings and adventures and readings

Confidant and counterpart, lover and parallel heart

Too much to hope for, too far to dream, maybe I prayed for a moment

And silenced these black bird screams