hovering over the wind is bluebird,
he does not stop to speak nor sing
painting the atmosphere, he drifts
little watercolor footprints left on the wind
blue is not a fit for solemnity
nor endless joy
bluebird leaks a tear onto the earth,
then drifts again
trembling blue heart of blue, the bird
enveloped by blue sky,
running stars encircling blue soul
adrift on the wind
little bluebird, you don't float alone
blue irises envision a world, your home
fly blue, into the night
lighting the way, for today blue is bright