A Bird Sings Poem by Reva Kern

A bird sings
I do not know from where
I believe it is your soul that stirs
Among all the scrimping soldiers
And the bird charms my ears

Listen, he sings tenderly
I do not know from which branch
And everywhere he goes -
Charming me
Night and day a week and Sunday

But what does this bird say
What does he say of change
Of the soul in song in the small tree
Of the heart in the sky -
Of the sky in roses

The bird of soldiers is love
And my love is a girl
The rose is less perfect and
For me alone the bluebird sings out

The bird is blue
like the heart is blue
Of my love in the celestial heart
Your song is sweet -
repeat it to dreadful fate

On each horizon
stars are strewn
Thus go days and nights
Love is blue like the heart