Spiritual

There are big trees
They are nearby
They form one dome
I walk beside it

Sound stands out
Flashes in neon white
Nocturnal butterflies 
Danced to

Farther up the atrium
Deeply unseen are
The night birds that sing
In a time of secret

Everything is muffled up
During the day-time
You are confused
With the address

It is a fresh start at night
You finally hear nothing
Liberty excluded
The ancient song of sorrow

Revere the summons
The moonlit ambience
You picture rolling over
Bird heart in mind

Bird Heart