Monday, 26 January 2009

Song stream

All through the night, a Blackbird sang in the orange glow of streetlamps. His song serenaded my sleep, greeted every flicker of consciousness when I woke, streamed through my dreams like never ending unraveling thread. And though I slept some of the time, I'm sure my ears were listening to the endless variations on a theme, and now, at lunch, my head wants to give in to gravity and rest on the table.