Spring scene

I stepped from a rubix cube, darkly outside  myself – listening,

To Ramjet’s hearing, a bird within, listening, to wings,

In spring, returning singing, hymns to them

Melody from Mr Blackbird, containing aerial fights, and grass fights, and searching,

Flights of song in Ramjet, way out the heart beating

He and Ramjet flying, tumbling, boyfriends belonging to spring, with each other’s wings,

In tune to moonlights white drum, moonlighting,

Blackbird voice flying to the moon, in love,

In life, in pain, singing and singing, as if a clue for me, for love returning like a season, returning, tho never before – in this life – but return she does, returns to me, across the ocean, spring, she washes over me, moon in love, returns to me beauty, returns tho never left, moon above, and what can one say, Ramjet, this is life, it’s really happening, occuring, returning

Mr Blackbird serenades Ramjet, in magic spring, plucks his tune, hoping true,

But a cage – Ramjet within, heart racing, listening – separates them – atm, tomorrow night, to try, to begin, anew