willyweed

Shy bird

 Are things  ever, what they seem?

I have had the strangest dream

 

I stood before a wishing well

When down and down, and down I fell

 

I reflected in a mirror there

To see the truth, if I should dare

 

In covert shadows of this dream

A shy bird sang her song, unseen

 

Alone I stood, on a naked knoll

And chanced to look, inside my soul

 

All my hopes and dreams, were there

And all my sins, so much to bare

 

I wept, for I was so ashamed

I had only but, myself to blame

 

For straying, from the straight and narrow

I am being haunted by my sorrow

 

I thought if only, I could awake

I would not repeat, the same mistakes

 

I would live in love and love to live

Myself to others, I would give

 

With compassion and great care

My heart and soul, I would gladly share

 

I soon awoke, and that was when….

I heard the shy bird, sing again!