blackbird singing in the dead of night…
out the window that overlooks black pavement illuminated
by the streetlights’ blaring
take these broken dreams and learn to fly
and I know that the words are wrong;
but like the wings of a sullen bird
my dreams have been broken
for the sake of beauty.
because, yes, something beautiful is happening
but beauty has always existed
and it has been noticed
in the darkness of my life.
and my broken dreams will learn to fly
and my song will rise
because it is my death where I find true life.