Yellow bird

       you sing to me

    I hear you chirping in the wall

                                            in my sleep

by day you vanish

Rootless 

I taste dirt 

petals float inside me 

beckoning at clouds 

waiting for rain 

Yellow bird

   I sing for you now

My voice is this pen

My audience the paper

Can you hear me?

          you are inside me

somewhere

somehow

Shattered 

drawn to echoes 

I kneel in gray fields 

roots tangled in shadows 

lost below.

Yellow bird

    Your revenant rides upon my voice

on the good days

lifting us up

audible only to those with ears to listen

Fading 

sun spots in my eyes 

clouds taste of ash 

I choke on whiteness 

please let me remain

Yellow bird

     Your frail health, we share.

    I will protect you from the pain

                               from a world that hates the weak, 

                                                                                 the useless, 

                                                                                     the small

leaves them in the wall

but please do not die, my yellow bird

you are my joy.