My love for you
Is a ray of light,
Of a forgotten woodland,
Grazing upon a sweetness
A whispering world.
There it will be
Yet after the death of wind,
After all has withered,
Were you to walk these streets,
Your sigh would scatter seeds,
Little dreamy pebbles sent
To take the place that’s mortar meant.
So when a town is overgrown,
By branch and petal taken down,
I’ll know where your spirits walk,
And I’ll know with whom to talk.
Had I been ready to pray,
When we sat beneath the oak,
What would have I to say,
If I hadn’t listened to these folk.
It’s not that careless I came,
Or that my spirit’s stern,
But nothing is the same
When I hear the oak and fern.
I heard the rain outside today
And a robin singing away.
I thought which way his song would sway,
Because I heard the rain outside today.
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Water whistles upon my lips
Like songbirds from the mountain
That make their seldom trips
When thick clouds surround them.
When all leave into their homes,
Birds settle amongst a land alone,
And their song on what war exhumes…
Untill earthen clouds fall undone.
The bird,as i drink, hovers…
My eyes are closed and yours
Teach me unlike the others…
As gossip on a summers’ doors.
I open my eyes and then I hear
The dry whisper of almond trees.
I should not wait long here
Hope is little, and mountains near.
Their song has settled there,
In mountains, in war hidden.
So they return and lift their
Song,the land, were it has fallen.