A cold, rainy evening. I heard the sound overhead - and picked up the camera. The last of the three-song challenge.

When I think of heaven (Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
and all other instruments of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird

When I think of heaven (Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of dying Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God
In the belly of a black-winged bird





The others:
Personal Jesus - August 30 http://www.pbase.com/donna_lear/image/33231012
Lotus - September 3 http://www.pbase.com/donna_lear/image/33376905