Pop Music Meets Avian Metaphor (Redux)

And I think they like each other...

Thinking of this blog, a friend sent me a link to this song earlier today. Thanks Caissa! I love it, and it fits most excellently here. Enjoy!

AIR

"Air! In my bones where the marrow should be
But what I lack for guts and blood
I make up for in dreams.

Love! And you're wondering how it works
The heart in the natural world
It's a wonder that science can hurt

I am made to fly
You are made for flight
From the structure of our cells
To the chambers we share inside
So let's become like birds
We will become like birds

Hope! It's the one thing that science will prove
What you don't have hope for you lose
Evolution is what you choose

I am made to fly
You are made for flight
From the structure of our cells
To the chambers we share inside
So let's become like birds
We will become like birds

Air! In my bones where the marrow should be
But what I lack for guts and blood

I make up for in dreams"

Copyright 2005 - Erin McKeown

"Dreambird" - Inspiration & Visitation

Below is an image of the beautiful painting "Dreambird", along with the full blog entry, from Susan Cornelis' "Susan's Art and Sketchbook Blog". Hopefully, this will inspire similar creatures, bursting with color and magic, to visit all our dreams...

"The birds got the tops of the plums in the top branches of the tree in my studio garden this year. I harvested enough plums for eating and canning and giving away, so I certainly didn’t begrudge them their meals. So when this bird like creature appeared in my demonstration painting for the workshop, i wasn’t surprised, and the plums appeared quite naturally as well. A pretty nature piece, and that was that."

"Dreambird" - Copyright 2008 Susan Cornelis

"Then last night after the workshop I had a dream that I was visiting some people and this bird with unusual shimmering feathers appeared. It actually walked right up to me, so I bent down and put out my cupped hands, a wee bit frightened that it might bite, since it looked like a bird of prey at first. But it climbed into my palms and was the softest thing I’d ever held. Then it started to vibrate and shake, sending such electrifying sensations through my whole body that I gasped. Sparks of some invisible substance were spraying off it and covering me. It felt like that giggle that perches just on the edge of bearable when you’re tickled. You’re afraid you won’t be able to stand it, but you can’t bear to have it stop either. It did stop of course when I woke up and could almost still feel the softness in my hand. So which do you suppose came first? the plum, the bird, or the dream bird?" - July 8th, 2008

"Dreambird" - A Poem by Mark Zimmerman

The makings of a mind
are threads of thought
That weave a web -
coherent consciousness -
to conjure and control
the fire of soul.
By day the bonds are stout,
the spirit pale;
sure spells confine the flame
within her cage
of reason, logic,
memory, and fact.


Until soft darkness comes
to cut the cords
That bind the bright beast tight.
See how she turns,
Unfolds and spreads her wings,
and grows, and glows!
She leaps to flight
and joins the shining flock:
dark dreams that dance the sky
and sing the songs
of creativity
and life and love.

Copyright 2001 - Mark Zimmerman

"Window of Words" - A Poem by J. "Kyron" Hanson

From what horizon do
these dreambirds wing?
Thoughts of possibility
and hope they bring.
Their presence always breeds
cheer and wonder.
They need no star's glint for
blazing color.


Through maze of angst and drear
they sing and sing.
What do time's worries mean
to them? Nothing.
Their stories and travels
no page can hold.
Bringing light to darkness,
turning fear bold.


They defy mere legends,
bring Truth to lore.
Whether Finch or Raven
quoth - "Nevermore!"
Imagination turn'd
Phoenix in sleep;
It is they who reveal us
our Souls to keep.


All mysteries enshroud
their to and fro.
"Wing'd Blessings" - angels
deem apropos.
Print nor speech increase
their mien a whit.
Quiet reverie's best -
receive and sit.


Whether fortune or luck
which bring them here;
Whether 'tis chance or Fate -
we do not care.
Yea, a dreambird's feathers
heal trouble's blight.
I thank God for you, one
and all, each night.

Copyright 2009 - J. Kyron Hanson

... Till the Robins Come.

American Robin (Turdus migratorius)
Photo Copyright 2006 - John Maskell

"I had a dream...

... In the dream, there was our world and the world was dark; because there weren't any robins.
And the robins represented Love.
And, for the longest time there was just this Darkness.

And, all of the sudden thousands of robins were set free,
and they flew down and brought this blinding light of Love.
And it seemed like that Love would be the only thing
that would make any difference... and it did.

... So I guess it means:
there is trouble till the robins come."

- Laura Dern as Sandy Williams ("Blue Velvet") -

Fruit of the Net

"One little dreambird
sitting in a shoe.
One flew down,
and then there was two.
Two little dreambirds
flew up in a tree.
One flew down,
and then there was three.
Three little dreambirds
spread their wings
And flew up to the sky
where dreambirds dream".

Doug Hutchison ("Dreambirds" - screenplay synopsis)

Thank you Mr. Hutchison for your wordsmithing abilities.