Bluebirds warble a symphony of bleu celeste
flying into midnight's savvy moon glow
sing of love in a hale of lovesick stars
to a heart pulse built of golden hues
on wings waved for bluebird cacophony
let your blue and rose-beige plumage
be lit up by the maize rays of the sun, or
in moonbeam's dance upon bluebird wings
soaring through the open grasslands
to the leafy limbs of scattered trees
blue lady of the moon wore azure teardrops
listened to the bluebird's flapping wings, warbling
buoyed up her heart-throb center with a love song
soon the bluebirds openly murmur these words
with all their aquamarine ruffled and plumed feathers
'Fly away to the stars with us to plumb
both the midnight skies and daylight too'
as winter's rigorous gales start to assail
they come to bathe in heated backyard birdbaths
taking time to reminisce in blue lady love-notes