this is the story of a bird­watcher
stuck in the city
because he’s too damn frail and old and broken to leave
the sky­scrapers are built around him
cage him
all he could see are snip­pets of sky in this unfa­mil­iar place
where even the stars seem rearranged


so now he sits atop high-rise bal­cony
wait­ing for a breath­tak­ing bird to appear
gaz­ing out over the con­crete can­opy
and he’s been wait­ing for years
yeh, he’s been wait­ing for years


stay with me now, because his moment is com­ing
he’s feel­ing it now, because his temples are drum­ming
his ear drums are hum­ming
the rising sound is quickly becom­ing
a sur­ging, emer­ging, con­ver­ging beat
urging up from the soul of the earth to his feet
from his feet to his heart to his eyes complete


and he sees
the bird of his dreams
fly across the sky­line
on blue shim­mer­ing wings
with a call that will chill you
like the dawn wind


and he knows that her feath­ers
are hold­ing his heart together
and in this moment
he will watch her forever


but even as she rises she is fall­ing
even as she sings she is cry­ing
deep in her heart she is call­ing / out
to those dream­ing and lying


and its not so much that he hears it in his ears
but feels the mean­ing in his mind
and her cry sets him free
from his cage inside


she says
don’t be afraid
when the stars rearrange
in this world we will change, be remade
so don’t be afraid when the stars rearrange
you don’t need to be saved
you will be remade
don’t be afraid,
yeh, don’t be afraid


and with that final call

he sees her shim­mer­ing wings collapse

her slender neck does crack

and she falls

leav­ing empty air again


he runs to her


he finds her caught a storm­wa­ter drain

oil slick in her wings fuels his dismay

cigar­ette butts stain her shim­mer­ing feathers

and her wing­tips rise and fall with the waves


he holds her broken body in his hands

while he holds her echo in his mind

don’t be afraid

when the stars rearrange

yeh, don’t be afraid

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