Waiting For The Day

Two magpies fly
Alone this day,
And, reflected in
Their bluish wings,
I see my hope:
Laid bare, and burning.
Ignited in vicious passion.
Inspired by the very sun
That scorches it.
Chars it.
Blackens it beyond recognition.

And then I blink.
I sigh,
For it is only
One magpie I see.
Alas, the pair foretold
To bring joy
Seem to elude me further.