Birdsong Amidst Rubble

“This space is so lonely,”
The Blue Nightingale sang
“with no colour left to fill it.”
So angry and desolate
He flew away
Into the
Sunset
“I never tried to be
anything other than what
I
Tried to see
And if these times were
My home
No wonder I’m so
Alone
But please,
Colours,
Return to me
Because else there’s nothing
Left
For me to see.
And if the flame shot out
Over the factory
I pray the oil would
Consume
All of ‘we’
So if these blues are
My
Song
What was the
Use
Of singing it
All along?
And if love was so
Fickle
What’s the use of being
In league
With it?
So please,
Featureless grey
Slip away at night
Before the
Day
And when I will
Wake
I pray the sky will quake
And spew forth
Life and love
And loneliness
For these times
Which I could
Never
Forget
And shower me
In its
Rays
And pray it cures this cancer
Beneath my wings
And the feathers
Will fall from
My
Skin
And, naked, I am
Pure again
And I just hope they
Will understand
That all the choices I made
Were for something else
And this love which
Silently stayed
Will slowly slip away
And may it never show its face
So I may never say its
Name
Again
And I hope it
Will understand
When I quietly throw it
To the sea
And as it bobs
Up on the surf
I sing to its slowly
Dissolving
Berth."

Rubsam 08