Thorn Bird

Do I know the futility of words Unfortunately I do To speak and yet be unheard as the thorn bird knows it's destiny So does the heart To be speared upon the very branch of which it thrived Always in silence Not once has the sound of resolve been heard As solemn as the flight of wild wings Do I understand this? No, I do not All that I feel In that silent space within Is the pain of the dying bird Wings that no longer beat As destiny claims her stake My heart falls victim to her snare Upon the branches of the vine Speared and spilled My love like blood Bleeds from a wound that none can see Under the disguise of natural causes I die before your eyes Hoping with my failing strength In the silent space within You felt it too