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When The Birds Return

by Michael Virga

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I sat in that empty room with breezes blowing through my house, and my nose bled from the sweetness in the air. I got up from the bed and I flew down the wind to your house, and I watched as you washed your long black hair. The summer thunder scared you into my arms, but when I woke up you were never there. I sat in that empty room and listened to the birds fly singing, love songs to a world without care. But I never understood why it was always so hard just to say what I wanted to say, and disguises were never what I meant to share. The summer thunder scared me into your arms, and when I turned 'round you stood smiling there.
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When the wind stops blowing the answers will fall to the ground, to burn amid the rubble of a thousand kingdoms down. And the flames will be like tongues we understand without a sound, as the valley is filled with the weeping of the wandering found. But until the soft dawning of that mountain kingdom far, when iron and fired-clay will be hurled pas the evening star. Pray that we may lie under a sky that pain has not scarred.
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Silently I move to the open door, she is waiting with a light; and all the songs we sing are to the soaring stars we cast through the night. She dances me over moons like an angel, she flies on wings of gold. And I disappear wherein the flame will burn colored darkness cold. I hold her in my arms, swaying as the hours wane, in the sweetness of her skin, like apples in the rain. And the night is shining now. She’s smiling. I can feel it burn inside me like fire. Castles from the sky descending; Baby, there ain't no place you can take me higher. Flying through the skies of an orange dream, somewhere a cloud is turning. And my eyes are blinded by a flaming soul, burning, burning. All I want to do is capture it-- the tower glow; but it’s melting through the wax in my wings, and I’m falling into the sea.
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I will stand on mountainsides, and let the wind sing through my hair. And as the light dies, all the colors will be there.
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We drew a line between the stars. A bond, we painted it over the folds. We drew a line between the stars, right between the lies we never told. Sooner than later our line grew too frayed. I knew you were mine, still from the line I strayed. And our paint faded, it faded in the setting light, to drift silently away in the darkness of night. Remember me in the falling years. Remember the laughter and the swallowed tears. Remember how we found our dreams and conquered our fears. Remember me. Fill the cup in the upstairs room. Watch the candle burn in deep, dark eyes. Whisper a prayer in the mounting gloom, as a breath of air quenches the raging fire. And love is filled with temptation like never before. But nobody noticed the breath of calm before the rising storm. And he don’t remember ‘til after once and twice and thrice and oh, the sun is rising with a light that despair does not know. Remember me in the falling years. Remember the laughter and the swallowed tears. Remember how we found our dreams and conquered our fears. Remember me.
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Murmurs of starlight unspoken drift away. Memories of river trails unbroken— may I stay beside your fire for a time? Hold you in my arms as we watch the river go by, remembering a place when you were mine. So fine. Dreams of golden strangers, come inside. Visions like shadows of unknown danger— love me kind. Deep within your house of glass, may we forever forget the pain of the past, as the whirlwind of freedom chains you within my grasp, my lass. My love, return to your harbor. And lay down your anchor because I am marooned here beside these waters, until you, lovely, should come back around and lift me up off of this lonesome ground. Flowers break through the barren earth— a brand new day. Butterflies float like shadows of sunshine— a whole new way: to catch these darts of honeyed wine; to dance and sing beneath the silver moonshine; to look at her and to see her smile. So fine.
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I don’t remember if there’d been a dream when my feet hit the floor. I closed my eyes to the stones i threw at you. The clouds were swollen, but I couldn’t feel the wind blowing cold across my face. I fell from the tree to the earth below, broken. Now shame has dropped her cloak upon my shoulders, because now I know the sorrow that would be tomorrow without you here with me. If I tear at the ground beneath your baobab tree, would you choke the devil’s thorns? Don’t you ever make me to wear that crown again. I have no words for you but to make myself naked, to lift my hands to your chest, to keep writing you letters across the atlantic: I’m yours. Now I have gone away somewhere across the sea— to find the apple core, to burn my scars in the sun, and come home to you. The fever dream is past, and I wait by the window and watch the sun rising. Your heart beats across the horizon to me. Meet me in the garden where the earth still sings. Beneath the gate to Eden, I'll wrestle the angel of the burning sword for you. Come home.
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When the flowers bloom, Mm and the grass is new, Will you... When the well goes dry, Mm and the suns burns high, Will you be with me? When the birds fly away, With nothing more for which to stay, Will you be with me? When the sky turns cold, Mm and my face gets old, Will you be with me? When the birds return, Mm and a new love burns again, Will you be with me?

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A labor of several years, attempting to illustrate a few of the various facets of love, through story-telling buoyed by a current of home-recorded folk rock music. All words and music written and performed by Michael Virga.

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released June 19, 2017

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Michael Virga Taos, New Mexico

And I'll tell it, and think it, and speak it, and breathe it;
and reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it;
and I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking,
but I'll know my song well before I start singing.
-Bob Dylan
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