In the shadow it stood perched on a wall,
atop the barren courtyard,
under the cast of the bell tower above.
Its song rang out, such grace and beauty
resonating off the vine strewn walls.
The sorrow of it, penetrating the thick stone,
like a dagger into flesh.
The wounded wall seemed to whine in anguish
for the lonesome maiden songbird
that stood atop its shoulders.
As it sang out, the rustle of the wind
ceased like a yielding audience,
braced to mourn its crying plea.
Then alas it seems, its plight thus swayed,
for out of the sun flashed a golden plumage,
as the lonely bird's sad song
was answered with a joyous melody.
It sang, "Fair fate be blessed,
for at last I have found you, cry not my love,
let us sing a happy tune, let us flutter and dance
through the air, for I have found you,
and no better could a moment be then this.
Let us fly away, and rejoice this day,
from which our lives go on in bliss."
