Let's write a song about the song of the birds:

softly hear,

she sits in fertility 

adorning the mother godesss

goddess of love, 

goddess of mother, 

goddess of insight,

pigeon 

you ordinary bird 

that crosses the gray sky in every city scape across the wandering world. your tender heart evokes such sadness in me, I am not sure I can come to tea. 

oh pigeon 

your tender plee evokes such heartbreak in me, 

please tell me where is wisdom, 

where can i find her?

the astrology of me, where does she sit, waiting?

and how is the answer you're here. 

take me to her, and hold me gently 

while the light turns to gold. 

May 3, 2018 

Genevieve Sky