we were always dreaming for this moment to arrive...

I sing 

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.