The still, bracken water <br />holds the black, of the blackbird's eyes- <br />in the pooling depths of darkness, <br />where there is no hint of sun; <br />in the water, it's always night. <br /> <br />The soul so wild, within me <br />feels pain, in a blackbird's cry; <br />anguish when away, they fly- <br />to be always thought the dark one, <br />shrouded by so much light. <br /> <br />Fly bird, beneath the heavens <br />cold shadows, that drift above you, <br />and warm earth, beneath your flight, <br /> <br />Damp is the bosom that birthed you, <br />and better than coming dawn, <br />are the dark pinions of your eyes. <br /> <br />(Smoky Hoss inspired this one, for sure, <br />thanks Smoky, your blackbird poem is amazing)<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blackbird-s-eyes/
