Magpie

Hold me. Take that idea and part the waters as you soar. You are too beautiful and violent. Feel your wrath, the unsteady hand, the emotion. Older, a continuation of everything you are, Take me to black and white places on high, See the others as they fall. You will see it through. Stare into the darkness of Conrad's heart, Bold and unmistakably you, Shearing delight on cotton clouds. One by one the seeds fall, August upon us now, Sold to the wind before autumn colors shed, Take me to those places Bluebird of summer.