This is something I wrote some time ago, in 2006, and I guess it sounds pretty good for something written in 2006 ;)...What is it all about? There are situations in life when a memory, or something deep inside you, or a dream that you've been having (meaning ,,day-dream" in this context ) just won't leave you.Why? Because they're part of you, because it's something deeper and older than yourself :)
This is what I was trying to say, when I wrote this poem about a white bird:
White bird
White bird flies around me in circles
Oh, poor white bird
And it spreads the wings near my window
Oh, my dear bird
Every time I look at the white gold
I feel it's running after me
And it's old
Every time I see the white bird
I know who i am:
I'm a devil looking at your feathers
Do you know how to save me?
I'm a white fool looking down at the abyss
Will you know how to love me?
