Crushed by a Rose

It flew through my window
into my thoughtless cave
told me a poet lives
in an ordinary place
told me the rose was as red
as an ever changing way
told me the light shown
off this photographer's lens
and into this birds wings

the sparrow told me,
" he lit up the darkest room,
shattered every whim
and was gone too soon."

the sparrow told me,
that she just flew away
unable to forget
the rose,
and the way it lay

that one night
down in a cave
with footsteps above
the cave withered away

and into the night
and out of sight
she flew so far
just to play

but every now and again
she comes across to me
she says she cannot forget
the soft touch
of a blue eye
within a rose
during that cold winter
and the way her wings
couldn't breathe
just feeling
the crush of December