melody of hope

The old pictures I have drawn

With colors and shapes of

The images I see in a vision

Thru the eyes of the Bluebird

on the balcony of a bastion

of solitude in the soft sweet

twilight with the pale hues of

the sun lingering in the west

beckon me with the promises

of the Stars yet to arrive from

the Milky Way across the Universe

with the dazzling radiance of Light

that the Bluebird, the troubadour

has once seen in a flight of fancy

to deliver tweets of Hope in melody.