Thursday, January 08, 2015

Bird's Song

Wings meet at infinity, unbroken song.
Nothing half disappears, this is carelessness
not passion. Homesick with unrelated thoughts,
I imagine youth, empty with hope.
I love my love, my fair charmer,
the mind whispers, heedless of evening.
The sky is thick with trees.
Fathers, brothers, birds,
I mourn the days as they pass
wishing I had lived inside each one.
Wishing I had lived, but I did this instead,
trying to perfect this stupid song.

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