Your heart bursts with birds and candlelight
and that murder goes on forever
a sea of feathers, a flock of wishes
what is scraped from the bottom of the well
has aged like fine wine
has hardened like your arteries
is weirdly perfect and terminal.
Your heart bursts with birds and
songs gone unheard and
fading from memory
feels like dreaming in reverse --
you watch all the colors wash away.
You watch the sun rise up
to swallow the stars.
You watch for signs pointing to tomorrow
and becoming your own lighthouse
cast a wide arm
sweep aside the sailors
try to pull her in again.
Sailors, astronomers, kings
have all wished
for a swelling sea of birds.