Shades

Dressed in shades of shiny black,
a drop of red upon his wing,
he soars above a tiny shack,
views the woman in the swing
gliding slowly front to back
and Jill's forgotten how to sing.

Dressed in shades of ebony,
a drop of red upon her cheek,
she raises up her eyes to see
the red rose clasped within his beak,
for he must circle endlessly
and Jack's forgotten how to speak.

Dressed in shades of black and red
they meet at midnight in the dream.
They pull the shades and make the bed
and nothing is as it may seem,
the songs are ringing in her head,
his words two muted souls redeem.

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