Bluebird Poem by Mark Heathcote

Bluebird, why do you sing to me
Over the hill and veiled shadows
Like never before

Bluebird, why do wood violets whisper to me
And a sullen bee dance upon seeing me
Why does a bridled horse flick its tail to the sky?
It's not as though I'm a bothersome fly.

Bluebird, why do you sing to me
Across a wet grey terraced street
A factor courtyard

Bluebird, why do you sing to me
Of hopes and dreams in the fathomless
dark, in the drizzly rain.

Bluebird, were we lovers once
Bluebird, what did you take from me
That's still leaving me full of spiteful shivers for you.

Bluebird, what did you take from me
Bluebird, did you? Take my safety blanket
Bluebird, did you pave my skies with walls

Bluebird, why do you sing to me
Over the hill and veiled shadows
Like never before

Bluebird, where did we meet
Bluebird, why do you intern me in my sleep
What did I ever do to you but love you?