Blackbird, O Blackbird

 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
at midnight in the garden,
who can see your wings?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
even the water trembles
when you start to sing.
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
do you prefer the cypress
over the white rose?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
how many songs overflow
from your handsome throat?
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
tell me what I need to know
to make your path mine.
 
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Blackbird, O blackbird,
I search the chapel rooftop—
will I find you there?

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #178
 
More Poetry Pantry #419 at Poets United