My Angel Was An Orange Canary

My Angel was an Orange Canary who flew away
My Spirit was a red bird who sang to me


from the Heart of a tree that held the moon
My Soul was a Blue bird diving into the sea
my hope was a bubble bursting in gold
My Heart was a runaway target
My Life was like a flying machine or a submarine
MY Fight was with the Sky
my dreams were made of mud and a rib bone
My pride was melting and ready for a fall,
the jester was already laughing
a girl held out a candle to me
i found i was transparent

and i thought these things while i waited

like a bird alone on a roof