The Song Bird

Money comes to money, debt to debt, dreams to dreamers, that you've not imagined yet...love to lovers...queens to kings...knights to knighthoods, quire boys, to bishop pricks...seek not to cross the barriers, to gain. It might not be, as you have held...it ought. Hold your hearts intent, toward the world...as if it were, a treasure, for a bird...a seed of all you are within, that it may take...and taste, and if it like...may come again, to alight with you...and sing.


Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016,  Deming, New Mexico

Photo Credit: totonto.wbu.com, Canada Jay