The Blackbird

For my mum…

In the end we are but children,
Youthful hearts and starry eyes
Even though there’s no tomorrow
And our spirit yearns to fly.

For our end is our beginning
In a burst of brilliant light
That joyfully surges skywards
And lays waste the grief of night.

And for those of us remaining
Left with memories none can steal,
Know that shadows cannot find us,
Know that endless love is real.

In the music of the blackbird
Through a rosy evening sky,
She is there, she’ll never leave us
For her song can never die.