Bird in Space


I flirt with Brancusi’s gesture

I’m a bird in space.

As his ghost escorts me to a magic place.

I’m dressed all in colors, neither white nor black.

Ask the begged question, need I come back.



I’ll look nice.

Like a bird in paradise.

Forever caught in mid-flight.

How I long to be.

Sing on Olympus Mons so all the world can see

Perfection in my structure, I have all I need.

There’s not a single stain on my song tonight.

When time is endless and I’m always right.