And The Wild Birds Came Back Home - Poem by Patti Masterman
And the wild birds came back home, to roost
And the rainbow's dust settled down, on clouds,
And the sunset had streaked fingers, of rust
As the night birds to flowers, called out loud.
Out of all rare days; was the rarest find
And the lovers wrestled; their blood the bluest,
And stars streaked the sky, till morning's light,
As my lover gave me his heart; I knew it.
And the knowing of it brought second sight,
That all was right, within the world;
That never again, night be so black,
Should time reverse, with his bony hands
To take it all back; love and life again:
Knew that one hour, of redeeming love
Purchased the whole dreaming universe, above.
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