Skip to main content
Updated date:

Bluebirds Fly Away

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


Black night riding in,

upon batwings,

shadows playing with the moon,

quiet thoughts,

somewhere nightingales sing,

nothing ever the same,

since love faded from sight

and bluebirds fly away.

Opening your heart,

to someone for a lifetime,

stepping into a world of rhyme,

where all the melodies are love songs

and kisses are sugar-sweet,

until one day it all fades away,

like the end of a fairy tale,

you realize happy ending are not real –

finally, bluebirds fly away.

Bright red sun dawning,

the morning shining bright,

memories of you holding me tight,

while between us, it was all right –

now bluebirds fly away.

Perhaps someday,

love will again come my way,

till then for you I’ll yearn,

days come, days go,

the seasons follow one another,

your voice I can still hear,

telling me love is real

and bluebirds fly away.

© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee

Related Articles