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