The Time When the Red Bird Calls

We sit here waiting for the time when the red bird calls
Hearing, listening to a silence piercing through the halls of eternity
As we count the seconds, minutes, hours to fall
Until the red bird calls

Some wait so long and the red bird never calls
Many abandon their posts and perish afar
But those precious few who wait for him
Never fade

The red bird's call is so mellow, so quaint
It eases the pain of all who lend ear
But all who reject him
Fall

And in the evening as the red bird sings
It ascends beyond the stars
With it passes all time
And all who listen rise with him

- Daniel Z. Garrett -