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Bird Songs - Part II: Blood-Red Cardinals
The songs of Cardinals
nesting by my bedroom window,
woke me up,
woke me back into the presence of mind
to not sleep my life away.
I can still dream while awake -
it's far better dreaming fresh tomorrows,
than it is to only dream of yesterdays.
Blood-Red Cardinals
singing in the mulberry tree,
let your music wash over me,
disintegrating the armour of regret -
keep me naked in the now.
The Cardinals engage in courtship,
engrossed by every detail,
bright flames flitting in green,
a complementary union
weaving into the future.
Fate is etched in stone,
but stone can be bent
into new directions
pulsing with the innocence
of Cardinal songs.
One must fully absorb the moment,
to appreciate the dreams
of better tomorrows.
Blood-Red Cardinals
singing in the willow tree,
let your music wash over me,
disintegrating the armour of fear,
keeping us naked in the now.
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