Flight of the Bluebird

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This poem was inspired by a growing interest in memorial woodlands since attending a funeral service at one some time ago. Hopefully, it will be read as it was written, in inspirational not morbid mode.

Someone once told me that love is the dare only a fool will refuse. Well, not everyone will accept a dare, and that doesn’t make him or her a fool, but when it is love - whatever our colour, creed, sex or sexuality - the chances are we risk a lifetime of regret by walking away.

The same person told me the Bluebird of Happiness is just a dream, but how like all the best dreams,

we would do well to spot it if we can, and be thus  inspired to keep the memory alive evermore...

FLIGHT OF THE BLUEBIRD 

There are woodlands where I go
whenever life finds me feeling low;
I have but pause beneath a tree,
see its branches shape our history
for giving the Bluebird of Happiness
due leave to reunite us 

I feel the pull of Memory Lane
to peace of mind, away from pain;
among the lines in your fair face,
subtle comforts of a warm embrace,
the finest poems of earth and sky
closet lives we shared you and I,
young, impatient to let it be known
how well we wore love’s crown
if only where bluebirds in twilight’s lace
perform acts of grace 

Though winter bite, nature rest
such is the spirit of renewal we trust,
I have but to pause beneath a tree,
let bare branches rework our history,
have the Bluebird find its way back to us,
among evergreen leaves 

Copyright R. N. Taber 2010; 2021

[Note: Revised (2021) from an earlier version that first appeared under the title 'Love on Call' in an anthology, Thoughts and Reflections for Throughout the Year, Forward Press, 2009 and subsequently in On the Battlefields of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]