Blackbird

5 Mar 2020

Blackbird in the air, a solemn omen

An omen of gladder tidings ceased

Sitting in the air like a constant laugh

Mocking something it knows nothing of

Gliding through the air, cutting the last

Vestiges of happy blue skies and times

Blackbird I fly with you, welcoming

The shift in reality, embraced with arms open

No longer shall I try to defy you

I long to ride the waves as they come