Songbirds

The river and sky
are closed doors,
Locked eternity,
Just beyond grasp.

Reflection is unreal,
So the physician told
Narcissus, who wept
into the waters.

Birds sing from an
endless hallway,
Soundtrack to the
living dying.

They circle and dive
in the dawn,
Softening the dreams
of our mourn.

The river and sky
are closed doors,
Locked eternity,
Just beyond grasp.

birdsong

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