An Open Window

I heard a bird sing a song of love,

the melody floating in the breeze.

For a heart that hurt so bad,

the pain began to gently ease.

I heard it sing of his mate,

a love that once flew away.

I heard him sing of heartbreak,

of that long winter's day.

How he flew tree to tree,

chirping a special lovers tune.

How there wasn't ever a reply,

like his lover's whistle bloom.

Flew high and flew low,

this bird continued to search.

till wings bare of feathers,

could barely make it back to perch.

Back at home he just sang,

sang of his love that flew away.

Not quite ever knowing why,

on a long and cold winters day.

Then the tune began to change,

he heard the chirp he once knew.

The very song bringing the winter,

now floated in the spring dew.

Rising like a beautiful dawn,

was love on the horizon.

The belt around this bird's chest,

began shining bright as Orion.

Bursting from his chest,

came the very song sung today.

A love returned to him,

on the dew of a warm spring day.

Written by George Lynch