The Bluebird

 Don?t go little bird, don't go
Stay,please stay warm beside the fire
Sing me songs of sky and clouds
Cypress trees and Africs yellow sands
Aegean blue,and Biscay storms.
Tell me what the cattle said and skylark gossip
Stories tell to fill the time but don’t go, don’t go,
Stay,and I will make a nest of gold
Lined all in satin,hung about with lace
With sheets of butterfly wings
Pillows stuffed with fur of bees,
For you little bird, for you.
Delight my dark and weary vigil,
As I wait the dawning of a dream
Bring me the balm of southern seas
Smiling sky and mirror lagoon
To drown the unpitying pat of rain
Stay little bird, stay,
I have no wings pedestrian my going;
Carry me on the wings of dreams
To all you know I have not seen.
I will bring you poppy seeds
Forget-me-not and mignonette
Drinks of honeysuckle dew
Distilled in tears of weeping birch
Grey dry leaves of Artemis
To scent your bed,if only you will stay.
Ssh heed not those songs
Rest,rest and I’ll make a cage of ivory
Glazed all about with crystal
And a mirror wall will company you
In case you tire of me.
Ssh my darling, heed not
They are sweet,can’t we listen here?
Here its warm and still
No winds to blow, no rain to soak
I have no cat and the fox has gone.
Stay safe with me ,let me kiss your fluffy breast
cool my cheek on your soft neck
Heed not those songs
Blue angel stay, please stay
Don't go !
Don't . . . . . . .