A black bird on the road
A black bird opened its wings
which were white underneath
and let me read the message sent
by the high winds
which gushed through the valley.
Do not cross roads with me.
I am the force of nature
sent by the Gods
who dare not come down
and show their faces to the believers
in case they leave the earth behind
and take sanctuary in hell.
The blackbird flutters it’s wings
to fly to the faraway rivers
where the fish swim up the stream
against the current.
***
Oh, my darling
how I wish I could ride away
over its wings so to swim up stream
and catch the first glimpse of the sunrise
over the waves.
***
Oh, my sweet dreams
open the gate and let them all come through.
True or false is not the question.
To believe or not believe
is the bigger barrier
to the seeker.