"Robin's Song"
On a hot afternoon June, before a crescent of the moon, I spit in a spittoon.
Drive my car to a distant star.
Drink plenty of tequila at a Mexican bar.
Walk out of my dreams.
See what seems to be a robin in a cold rain.
Covering her chicks with feathered wing.
As they eat the worms, they begin to sing.
You protect me with your wind's spring.
I bask in your sunshine, a heaven sent wine.
You are divine and sublime like music's rhyme.
Picked long ago from a branch's vine.
I wait for a sign.
Going on a mountain climb.
Acted out by a silent mime.
On stage for the blind.
By Captain Moonlight alias Jonathan Billet
03.10.2015
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