Bird Song

Don't go back to tears
and wine, to the diseases

of our childhood;

for we have eyes and bones,
small birds in the rafters

expecting dawn.

The world, bestowed on us
without our asking, the songs

we sing, not our own,

we know so often not to hold
our breath, even when it burns.

1 comment:

Servant of the Most High said...

Lets leave a outlasting mark on all the people we meet, by sharing the love of GOD.


Please read through.

God bless you.