black bird

 
dreading the little black birds that come as a message of hurt
they come in and land on the power lines
they are part of the dark half
when I'm talking things out they sit and listen
they are an omen of bad things to come

the birds of the air are the powers that be
they love to gossip
but this time they are solemn

no jesting at my state of being
they are sorrowful
not wanting to tell me
their secrets kept, their mouths are hushed

I worry my Father is saying goodbye
I know his movements in the heavens
I could easily follow
but for now, I am not to follow

my mood is changing the further away he goes
it's impossible for me not to know his feelings
he's my soul mate

I will wait for him to be in better spirits
he needs time alone
until then I will entertain the sad spirits
that will miss him terribly

he has real feelings for us
and has to ponder things
so what's wrong may be righted