Magpie

About loneliness

Hear that soft whisper of the magpie;
The wind pulls flowers briskly to the east;
His wings flap giving out a cry;
Over a lavender field, he knows only himself;

Perched on top of a lonely pine,
He thrusts himself to the stars,
and is engulfed into the black sky;
Over a lavender field, he knows only himself;

Silhouettes guide him above the trees;
His tiny heart is a drummer-less wave,
and he falls like ash in the breeze;
Past the branches, he tumbles to earth;
Now his broken wing complements his heart;
On a lavender field, he knows only himself;

The darkness pushes his eyes shut,
and he slowly breathes himself away;
He dreams of a call and flowing feathers,
A wing draping over him near amber eyes;
Seemingly too real, he slowly wakes;
On a lavender field, he knows only love.