Song Of The Dream Sparrow Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I dreamed I was a little bird
thrown to the winds of chance
a timid sparrow flitting 'bout
much too afraid to dance

I heard the larks and mockingbirds
trill with their ruby throats
while hidden in a leafy branch
my sounds were muted notes

Leaves fell and trees turned bare as Fall
swept in and skies turned gray
my refuge now was bare and cold
no rest or place to stay

The dream turned into heavy storms
my tender breast soon thrown
against a rough and stony fence
as pain shook fragile bones

I cried a hopeless sparrow wail
and much to my surprise
the sound was rich and beautiful
with deep lows and bright highs

As I awoke it seemed quite odd
that from my window pane
I noted tiny birds fly by
as if they knew my name

Could they have heard the cry of dreams
with little sparrow ears
could they tune in to shadow worlds
we humans cannot hear

I still remember that strange dream
and thank those little birds
for giving me a special voice
too deep to put in words.