We admitted
That we
Certainly don’t
Know why
We are
But that
We are
In the
Simplest and
Grand way
Like the
Bird outside
My window
Sings not
Because it
Wants to
But because
It can
Love as
Song birds
We admitted
That we
Certainly don’t
Know why
We are
But that
We are
In the
Simplest and
Grand way
Like the
Bird outside
My window
Sings not
Because it
Wants to
But because
It can
Love as
Song birds
The only
Thing that
You could
Ever say
Wrong is
The thing
That you
Never say
And at
Last last
Night the
Frozen pond
Thawed and
Words as
Whispers finally
Trickled past
Throats to
Ears and
We heard
Once again
The melodies
We sang
I am
Your friend
As the
Day is
To night
As the
Shore is
To ocean
As the
Bee is
To flower
And the
Sun is
To moon
One cannot
Exist without
The other
There is
No greater
A love
In this
World than
The one
That you
Can’t have
It there
In that
Smokey smoldering
Dank and
Barely warming
Thing that
You reach
Inside your
Pockets and
Find nothing