Blue Bird Poem by Ella Goodman

Sitting by the window on a road side inn
I chanced watching a little blue bird sing
On a sultry day with no breeze to set leaves sway
No mortal being trading along the dusty way.

The blue bird stood among the ruins of the concrete mass
Where Wild trees and grass adorned the abandoned rust
There among the forsaken mound, gathering strength,
In colored plume, broke the bird the sultry solitude.

A deep shrill tune of a tale unknown
Sang the little wild blue soul,
In whose fond remembrance sang dear heart,
Such intense hymn filling the air?

With all its might it sang aloud
As if to pacify its vexed paramour,
With closed eyes it strained out its lungs
Beseeching dearest to once come back.

So many hours did pass by,
The burning sun scorching the sky,
No wayfarers still lurched around
The earth she smelled of heated mound.

The tall dark trees spread their shade
Dancing in polite gaze,
Consummate silence with glazing sun
Marked the day's austere run.

And there among the deep intense mood
Broke out the feathered soul to perhaps reach its mate
But hapless soul no one did come by
To ease the heart's desperate sighs.

For hours on end the tune did reviberate
Resonating in the warm light air
My heart soared up in a mystic flame
Wish I could be a pal to soothe its ail.