So What Has Become Of The Yard Bird?

The wind and the rain gather you. Like petals in a rainstorm So what has become of the yard bird? That stirred the captive rainbows To your and my fingertips What has become of the rose? That danced off her dew-wet shadows And sang adjacent the jasmine stars Sweetly scented at the first cut of hay That lay in sobrieties corn circles That lay in bed on this course way A filly jumping over any such hurdles Whatever happened to us When did you slip through my fingers? Like a broken rainbow Like a rose long cut No freshwater can ever save anymore Oh, when did these chard's take thorn? Was it something I did sadly wrong? Like an overzealous gardener Did I prune your rambling ways too soon? What has become of the rose? That danced off her dew-wet shadows And sang adjacent the jasmine stars Sweetly scented at the first cut of hay That lay in sobrieties corn circles That lay in bed on this course way A filly jumping over any such hurdles Whatever happened to my love to us So what has become of the yard bird? My pretty yard bird today...