• alecmb 29w

    By: Alec M. Bates

    Blackbird sitting outside my window sill
    as my defeated dreams are fleeting.
    While even in this hollowed December chill
    the Blackbird continues singing

    As the heavy snowfall is never ending
    the Blackbird is all I see
    as it tis a dark contrast to the purifying
    snow in which shall never leave me.

    One day he shall leave me be
    and fly away to the darkened void of the night
    in which then I too shall hope to see
    the ever glaring purifying light.

    So Blackbird, my insidious guardian angel
    what tis your lucritave angle