A Beautiful Bird (Poetry)

Feathered exotic
it glowed in a tree
eyes flashing crystal
it sang wistfully
and coloured my mind

Dreams animistic
invaded and swam
my head’s blue ocean
with spirit-tides ran
and wild voices chimed

I was transported
held fast in a trance
wholly converted
by fluke or sheer chance
beliefs realigned

Beholding beauty
so perfectly formed
turned this world ugly
its values I scorned
for Eden I pined

Mapping lost starbeams
Atlanteans knew
Bird sings his magic
and shows a way through
redeeming mankind