THE BLACKBIRD

The blackbird looks for treasures
To line her winter nest
The season in the north is long
And shallow in its rest

For those who are the seers
The blackbird gives them sight
That which has been cast to earth
She brings back to the sky

The sky comes down in wintertime
And rests upon the river
It sings the tired land to sleep
And wakes the blackbird's vision

She rises from the wishing well
Unearthing golden treasures
Long lost dreams and golden threads
The rarest sunken relics

The sun has caught a shiny thing
The blackbird, she is falling
Her feathers catch the spider's web
Into earth, she's tumbling

I heard a song from long ago
One night when I was dreaming
The blackbird trapped inside the well
Had brought to me a vision

The sun had dropped
The moth was caught
The spider's web was shimmering
That which comes her way this night
Shall stay with her 'til morning

She comes into my dreams at night
From underground, she's calling
To let her heart grow brave again
She practices her falling

She likes to brush with darkness
To let her heart grow strong
She takes the thread from underground
And ties it to the sun

I see her in the white birch tree
She waits there for the dawn
That which has been cast to earth
She brings back to the sun.