CALL OF THE CARDINAL

CALL OF THE CARDINAL

A million dreams burn and shine like stars serenading the distant moon

As I listen to the haunting songs of larks and the nightingales that croon

Swimming beneath the ocean and soaring above the clouds

Dancing on a blanket of snow or building my home on a treetop

But life is a broken winged bird that always trips and falls

Even when a red robin or a cardinal coos and calls

A dim spark sets ablaze the fall colors in the bleak nights

When dreams knock on my door wearing shimmery lights

Life plays a tug of war, a toy with my heartstrings,

Yet the roses smudge bright and good luck they bring

Closing my eyes and waving a silver wand

Sizzling like a meteor and traveling like the shooting star in the blue beyond

Diving into my dreams and cooking up a storm

Embracing my flaws, the ember of passion keeping me warm

Faraway from familiar forests and villages,

Yonder the vast spread of placid lakes, turbulent seas and rivers

Winding roads with twists and turns

Turning a corner with unknown bends albeit in my resolve–firm!

Uphill is the climb, slanting and very steep

Standing defiantly as the Oak with sinewy roots dug deep

Dreams in the wayward wind sail over brooks and glade

Like a butterfly seeking the rose for honeyed nectar on the florid brocade

A sprinkle of dew over mushrooms and clover,

Quivering in the chill yet smoldering with a fragrance of lavender

Dreams are heavenly chants by angels without any feathery wing

Harbingers of promised moonlight and the crimson sun rising

I named it my symphony,

A golden cloud amidst dripping mist and melancholy

Tucked away from all the luster and dazzle,

It glows lambently by the starshine and a mellow candle.

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

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