FREE ALL THE BIRDS

Let go
fling open the doors
free all the birds
these birds embody your being
your heart beats within them
your soulwithin them, lies agitated,
free them all.

The moment night falls,
in the flutter of wings,
all those tales
wake to life
that spin in your thoughts
resound in your ears
that you have written into being,
free them all.

Damp runs out of the thick dark,
tight shut eyes of the captives
remain awake, even in sleep
aghast with fear;
color their pale faces in gold
clad their cold bodies in new attires
free them all;
it is the last blood-circle
before the voyage of horror sets in
and icy breeze jams all shutters of life,
free them all.