Song Of Thornbird Poem by Lucifera Santez

She flies from her nest,
In search of a thorn tree,
She can’t rest
Until she has found one finally.

For she is a thorn bird,
With voice so mellow
As no one has heard,
But even her song has a value.

When the desire to sing is horrendous,
She impales herself
On the sharpest and longest thorn,
The flows the sting in her veins
And among those savage branches
She sings her song.

Amid in that agony of hell,
She drives herself,
To outshine the nightingale.

She sings for love,
She sings of fear,
She sings for them,
Who aren’t there.


She sings about days,
And lonely nights,
About the gruesome ways,
And fading lights.


She sings of life,
She sings of death,
She sings for ‘morrow,
For unraveled faith.


She sings for sun,
She sings for moon,
She sings for stars,
And for that thankless noon.


At her dirge,
Time itself beholds,
Everything is stagnant,
And world listens her cry.


A kiss of summer,
A lick of spring,
She sings of joy
For water of stream.


She fills the valley,
The cistern of universe,
She sings the song,
She is never gonna rehearse.

She ices the fire,
Fires the ice,
And he who sits in his heaven,
Looks down and smiles.

She only sings once in a while,
More sweetly than anything,
In a million mile,
One superlative song,
Existence is the price main,
For the best is only bought,
At the cost of great pain.