Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from the lies
Nobody knows what's in the hold of your minds
We are all buildings and people inside
Never know who walks through the door
Is it someone that you've met before
Little bird
Little Bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me
I'm golden
I know what I know
A wind in the trees and a road
That goes winding 'onder
From hear I see rain I hear thunder
Somewhere there's sun
And you don't need a reason
Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on
Quiet weekends, holidays
You come undone
Open your window and look upon
All the kinds of alive you can be
Be still, be light, believe me
Little bird
Little Bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me
I'm golden
Blue Bird soared above his mountain, confident in his surroundings but still pained by the journey that brought him to this refuge. He nestled into what had become home and eagerly awaited the soon migration. Before long they came. From the south, the north, the east- they came. Blue Bird was so enthralled by the mix of joyous songs that echoed across the valley. He felt ready for the coming season. It was at this time that Robin fell into the Blue Birds view. The Robin, emerging from the crowd with her rosy chest, danced her own melodious tune but never sang a note. She skirted about always at the sun's edge. Her beauty she tried hard to conceal behind shadowed eyes and ruffled feathers but the Blue Bird looked deeper. He couldn't take his eyes off her. What was it that captivated him so? Her pursed lips that fought back the words he so longed to hear? Her skinny legs that were shaped from years of running away? He entertained her company well and soon began to yearn for it. Whatever load she seemed to bear was waning as the season progressed. She began to trust. She began to unclench her lips and spill forth her pain, her fears, her hopes, her dreams. She began to heal. And every so often the corners of her mouth would curl up and laughter would roll out. Whatever it was she had needed for so long, the Blue Bird offered unconditionally.
The Robin, though grateful for her new companion, saught shelter from the confusion her heart did feel. With a fellow Robin she fled, only to be enlightened upon the journey that such a companion may only come once in a lifetime, and so returned. Feeling whole at last, and certain of her destiny she nestled into the home among the hills once more. She rested until the night fell in around and then approached the Blue Bird. His warm smile was gone. The closer she got the tighter his wings pressed against his chest. There was no embrace to speak of, only the chizzled grimace of a friend no more. The Blue Bird tried to explain how things had changed but the Robin couldn't comprehend what she was hearing. His words swormed in the hot air and worked their way into her lungs, suffocating her. The pain in her chest was evident.
The Blue Bird realized the repercussions of his exposition. He waited, just listening to her gasp for a breath until she crumbled. He tried to rectify the situation by filling her luungs with life, but when he stopped breathing so did she. His breath was only momentary relief. When to reality she returned, she was once more craddled in his wings. Slowly she raised her head to look into the face of the betrayer. The dark shadows and ruffled feathers were back. The Blue Bird wanted so badly to patch the gaping hole he had just punctured in the Robin's soul. He silently swore to take responsibility for her. To spread his wings as far as she needed, but when the season closed, he could not make good on his promise. The Robin returned to where she had come and she felt his wings could not reach. The guilt weighed heavy on the Blue Birds mind. He tried to sing out for her but his song no longer offered peace.
All this time the two fought to reconsile what was lost. He wanted her to soar. She wanted him to shine. But when the Blue Bird distanced his efforts, the Robin realized she owed nothing. Her heart was not his to darn. Though she struggled with the idea to set him free of his promise, she knew it would best. He was no more her responsibility than her heart was his. He no longer had to tip-toe with his words and she no longer had to hide behind false hope. Each were free to fly their own life's pattern. The Robin parted with one closing thought - Heal friend, for your hole equates mine. Toil not over matters you can not fix and regret not the joy life brings.
To the Crow, thank you for all your wisdom and to the Nuthatch, for all your kindness.
