My Bluebird
My bluebird sings sweet songs without a care,
as though the bars that cage her are not seen.
Soft melodies drift lightly through the air,
the breeze takes flight with notes, aloft- serene.
I listen dreaming while my heart takes flight.
My world confined to harmony for now-
to see what forms before my eyes closed tight,
to open them would break the spell somehow.
But, I know so much more than my kept bird.
There's guilt steeped in deceit at my cell door.
This cage has trapped me too. It is assured,
no rescue comes for me from distant shore.
My lovely bluebird's song wells up 'till spilled.
I took her freedom, but 'twas love I killed.
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