Bird Blue by Adrian Bourgeois

The silhouettes of happiness
Upon my eyelids were shadow puppets
Made by hands belonging to
My Bird Blue

When no one here was asking me to dance
You were my chance at chance
Dream of dreaming, love for loving
Bird Blue

My Bird Blue

Picture frames of poetry
The lights on trees, the silver line
That binds the clouds when you're around
My bird blue

Holding hearts, the whole the parts
The particles, the universes
Healing scars, following stars
To Bird Blue

My Bird Blue
Why'd you have to go and shape forever
For in your eyes I see my life
And know you'll leave me never
My Bird Blue

If faith is just a flower
You are April showers
Waking me up from the ground to skies of royal
Bird Blue

So my love I'm asking you to stay
Until all time and space has passed away
And what remains is
Bird Blue

My Bird Blue

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