The bird

Has the bird that sleeps next to your bedroom window given you the message
That I had given him as he visited me last night when I couldn’t sleep?
I told him that I was half the person I was the last time god took stock
And I was even less of the person that you remembered last time we talked.

I hope that my cryptic intents are not too much
And that you read my mind and know that the words I am writing
Are not meant for the audience who reads them, but only for you.
You see, I can’t come right out and tell you that nothing is different.

So I leave it all up to chance and the moon above me
I put my faith in a bird that watches over you as you dream
And I pray that the lines I fed him are coming through in a brave tone
As he chirps good morning to you each and every day as you wake