Golden Bird

I had a dream 

that you dreamt of me

Blinking lashes, and bitten fingernails

And you with sore shoulder blades

I leapt over a growing stream

A stream of consciousness, I do

not see

Though I wait for you eagerly

Winter is long, cold and fierce

The wind howls for a drunken lover

I plunge my hand into the water to pierce

The ice

"But I fall in. That water is the most glorious and cold water, and is the same colour as your mouth. I wonder why the water is red."

So now I wait, a golden bird 

cradled in my hands

I made it for you, 

To thank the feathers off your back

I have one question:

How big is your heart, and

have you learned to love, yet?

The golden bird wonders

For she is cold 

And sopping wet.