song wings
Created | Updated Jul 13, 2005
the song flew in from nowhere and
it fluttered round and round through
dream of bird and moth and music
there's that ghostly sound
of song, flying in from nowhere
through the choral veins of night
in blue and silver, fragrant dawn
surrenders to song's flight
and always in the dark of wound, in
split of scream and pain
the song will rise on phantom wings to
find its time again
the song flew in from nowhere and
it spiralled round and round
down every thought and avenue,
that strange and whispered sound
it fluttered round and round through
dream of bird and moth and music
there's that ghostly sound
of song, flying in from nowhere
through the choral veins of night
in blue and silver, fragrant dawn
surrenders to song's flight
and always in the dark of wound, in
split of scream and pain
the song will rise on phantom wings to
find its time again
the song flew in from nowhere and
it spiralled round and round
down every thought and avenue,
that strange and whispered sound
