Sing a song of sixpence,
ashes and ashes from
whence you rise. Burned
but better, fire learned
and sizzle sung. Blackbird
my familiar, you flew so far,
but back you've come
to enchant anew.
Blackbird, my familiar.
Let me in your eye
where time is a map
of strange avenues,
intersecting again,
where I meet my former
selves at the cross and
laugh at a joke we never
understood.
Blackbird, my magician,
Redbird, my fiend,
Bluebird my heart,
Now is then is now
again. Black sees red,
fly in blue.
