The Magpie Dream

I was the magpie dreaming westward
translucent wings in bluest night
black eyes sharpened cutting darkness
to steal a heart held out of sight,
yet all dreams are wont to endings
as they spy their true desires
that they seek cannot be captured
‘fore the dawning’s waking fires,
and so the magpie dreaming westward
left my flesh to end his flight
and that bright treasure so entrancing
flew with him into bluest night.