Of Fiery Gold

Strands of fiery gold awake the sleepy bird From a slumber deep and dream filled. It’s time to sing the notes never heard To a group, wide-eyed and would-be thrilled. The morning rises before too long Leaving promises of a new tomorrow in the dust, And there’s no time for it to settle, so just play along Pretending that in the day you trust. Once the sky has softened With swirls of delicate white cotton And the sun has hanged a frame Dipped in blood orange flames The new bird knows it’s time to fly Away to pass on the fleeting cry Of a widow’s final goodbye Strands of fiery gold disappearing far from sight Signal to the night bird That it is close to reaching midnight. Sing us all a lullaby, we will find the words When tomorrow comes to us again The melody will remain And everything will be the same Except for that which changed