September 24, 2005
bluebird on the windowsill 
first light of the day 
sun sends me an urging ray 
butterfly invites me to play 
 
last night i cried a hundred tears 
encumbered by a thousand fears 
remembering, still feel the chill 
shake off the fog, cold held at bay 
 
bluebird on the windowsill 
first light of the day 
sun sends me an urging ray 
butterfly is waiting to pray 
 
i tossed and turned as night grew dark 
rowed the heavy boat, sought the dream 
demons taunted from banks of the stream  
i choose to fix my eyes on the far off mark 
 
bluebird on the windowsill 
first light of a new day 
son sends me an urging ray 
joining my butterfly to play
Type: Poetry
Author: Steve Robison