1 May 2012
Sunday Birds March 21st, 2010
Sunday birds, Their singing ensue.
Flowers bloom. They open for you.
Recounting feelings lost... Do I love her?
Gosh, I must! For, what girl is there, besides?
This girl, for my shoulder, she cries. Her tears hit floor and not my chest...
Heaven help my soul That can never rest.
Shining eyes of no spring hue, Tremble for want of green and blue.
Could deity grace me with her breath? A second heart beating near mine.
Heaven watches false love spread. Love is lust, sin, money.
Oh, is love Dead?
Here, between two souls, who want nothing but the other, Such love is questioned by all.
Is it moral to want one instead of none? Is it moral to fight doubt for hope?
Her words, poetry to his ears. Written after many years.
False love, false kiss did o'er take Till shadowed by mist did her heart break.
Then comes him, she calls her knight Fights away the lies and spite.
Turn, he says first, to our Lord. And takes upon his hand his sword.
Gleaming with heavens light, he hopes, For it is night and the moon shows
He cuts off the shackles that scathe her skin. Then chain encircle them both therein.
Links made glowing white Purest love and want but not in true time
Year of bondage they must face Before they can receive relief
For her: a man For him: grace.
Cry every night, He did for love
Never did he realize
He had One above.
A God who wanted To see him again as did she
A God who gave her to him For him to see
When love captivates the heart Scream in joy,
"How great Thou art
For giving me love To her express
Whose spirit Thou didst before me possess"
To their future, unknown To her whose light
Heaven Has known
To her whose light may rest At another fortunate man's chest
To her who Graces all his day
My love did not, Cannot, Will not, Fade away.
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Sunday Birds • Opuss № I