There is a bird whose song is the color of rainbows.
When he grieves his sighs fall like zeppelins,
when joyful his laughter is bright as an aurora.
His tongue drizzles honey down my throat and
it’s opulent verses penetrate my veins.
Sandpipers, we wade long rivers of light.
When he is thirsty he sips drops of dew
from my feathers that are dripping with
his colors and when adventure calls he
lifts his wings and flies away.