Nightbird

Room full of candles, crystals and paintings
Well and this one is my little masterpiece...
De ja vu in my silver and black I am pulled
back in a flash like lightning from out of the
midnight blue to a certain place and time
but I never did ask forever from you.
And as the Nightbird sings in the shadow
of moonlight it overcomes me like some kind
of ghostly possession in the dead of the night
haunted by the coming storm I am no stranger
toxin my heart and in my life but it's just another
lesson learned where my higher self is concerned.
The thunder breaks like an earthquake and the
Nightbird takes to flight.
Oh but in my room full of candles, crystals and
paintings,
this is my little masquerade of dreams…
In my silver and black well I am thrown back in
a blaze of lightning from out of the dark mountain
sky to a certain place and time but never did I
ever ask you why...