This Bird Flies

This bird flies
Above whistling leaves
One man cries
And no one believes.

A child plays
No one observes
The tragedy of days
Our time has withering curves.

Cigarette smoke
Shrouds a stranger's hair
Holding onto the joke
She stands in beautiful despair.


Being is vain
Beyond this dream
A solitude that brings pain
When you flow upstream.


And yet, there is
a moment of disbelief
When something's amiss
And the feeling you get is relief.