NOT ALL THE BLUE ROOF

the side, the cliffs

one day to fly away

it is no-bodies fault

where birds wait

within laying wings

with the flowers swaying

so hold and let it go a bottle was

cast over a-little message

a-little prayer out here

taking chances gets enclosed

upon the cliff edge

upon the strange

and misleading mist thick

unafraid looking on high land

these unmet forces breezes

that scatter changes

i have seen in the soft shades

white light that increases

oh, the wind swift one day

to carry about there and away

below it is so far out

it is no-bodies fault where

birds wait and want it all here

abouts which point of road they see

the side, the cliffs

the sky, the clouds, the end

all around blows out

a rainy, rainy day, and, begins

the very urge, the verge

that it must over a-clear morning

inmost to stand looking up-on

the side, the cliffs

the blue roof way up through

the blue roads oh wondrous stars

outward to fly so near

so far into the great blue

yonder place to go

it is no-bodies fault how birds

alive aloft fall right off into tomorrow

rojoice if it must be for

a sunbeam to rise, to reach

to climb up high atlast wherefore on

my wretched poem

one can because one can

the sunlight is shining

throughout the rainfall

one by one by one flew on

into the picture torn

oh, that might of been

a-rainy, rainy day

oh, how long will it stay

oh, may the flowers sway

the bottle flows on far out

thrown to somewhere

then slowly step by step

turning away to see

up and down into the dawn

to soar higher than

the side, the cliffs

the blue roof, way on through

the blue roads of home