to you, the lonely one you say you’re lonely on loverless nights i gaze into remoteness, soundless sipping an unsweetened coffee if clouds were other than white if the choice were mine – i would be a bird in flight
returning to your side nightly soft, humble, yours only i would that you not leave me as i not leave you …… you say you’re lonely when birds migrate in spring on a drizzly morning i plant a longing tree see it blossom, bear fruit – magic-like if stars appeared on other than dark nights if, oh if only the choice were mine – i would clip my wings so that i would never get away from you – ever but you know some things can’t be helped the full moon rises only on nights when thorn birds sing the ageless plane trees outside my window – i wonder if the leaves are still green the coffee is getting cold its mist dances before my eyes now there, now gone …… |