Birds
0507.2024
The restless bird in my breast
Sings the sun to set lower,
Sings to your gentle face,
Bottomless eyes,
Sings, and Singing
The bird in my blood
Sings to the moon
Sings of your hands
And forgiving soul,
Sings of its flame -
Now in my waking dream
The bird in my body
Sings to the bird in your body
Sings you to your other half,
Sings you to your life.
m.f.