Blood Red Bird

I was not woken by the rooster Nor by the crow's tough song But the midnight cry of a blood red bird Brought this sleeplessness on Threw open the window Moonlight on a black garden of thorns And the cool wind on my sweat What cries home Where cries f

A song about a bird I found when I was really young, it seemed to be asleep to me, but actually it was dying from an injured wing. It was my first encounter with death. Sleep inside my tumbling eyes while I fold clouds, sway in my hair, while the sun