Denis Was a Bird Tom Rosenthal

(The one thing that matters to me more than anything else is this idea of Denis being a bird)

Can a bird ever truly rest?
Can a bird ever truly rest?
Can it sleep
In the air?
Is it longing to be somewhere out of its tree, close to home?

Can a memory truly rest?
Can a memory fly the nest?
Does it move
In the air?
Can you hold it for me
Somehow just within reach
When I'm old?

I'll never forget the spring in your step
To get to where you had to get
I can see the back of your head
Then it's gone

To the blue
We remember how you flew
Denis was a bird
Denis was a bird
Denis was a bird