Bird Dreams

In our white house by the sea
Blueboy is playing with me,
Squawking and sharing my tea
In a dream

Behind the musty straw bales
And feed sacks and rabbits for sale
I found him silent and frail
In a cage

Softly I play in the still heat of day
While he's sleeping,
Sweetly he sings, head tucked
In his wing as he dreams,
Through numinous vaults of air he flies
Beneath tapestries of branches
And leaves and light

If I'm persuasive and calm
Blueboy will sit on my finger,
But he won't stay very long to play

Mornings when I go to work
He sings while I iron my shirt,
So cheerful and tame,
But mindful the same of the windows

Softly I play as the day turns
To late afternoon,
Doves swirl in flight in sight
Of the rising moon,
Through numinous vaults of air we fly
Beneath canopies of stars
In the black, wild sky

Bass: David Sutton. Drums: Fritz Lewak. Percussion: Steve Forman. Balalaika, Dulcimer, Mandolin: Tony B.
EWI: Steve Tavaglione. Vocals: Pamela Neal, Bruno Coon. Quartz Bowls, Keyboards, Vocals: Kingfisher.