Black bird of my muse,
wings wrapped around each new word
that rushes from me,
dark feathers brushing
all along my soul; bright eye
fixed on me like fire:
you give me voice to
grasp at all the winds and sing
a falling rapture;
sight to find the ways
above the world that make each
path another’s trudge;
breath to softly taste
the seasons as they become
a time of worship.
Black bird in my heart,
wings spread wide into the vault:
take me where you go.
