Dream work

Tell me a story of the atrium and the sun roof
Of a time
Where a bird that was part of the songs outside
Got trapped inside

Did it rap against the roses in the stained glass 
With its wings?
Oh, daddy, wasn't it a needless and horrible show?
And the light bled red

In the late afternoon all of the colors warmed up
Before the sun set
And the light panels started shining all together
At once

There is a time that will never cease in the past
And it will remain
More constant than a pillar of salt in the desert
Like bird songs

When There Are Birds In Your Chest