how strange! this ringing in my ears
that sings of melodies so sweet
a full night passed into new dawn
and as the birds burst into song
this flighty heart does sing along
it soars and glides and floats as birds
as light and wing’d it spins and flies
across lapis lazuli skies
and gently ever through the clouds
like golden leaves in autumn falling
twisting, turning, lightly twirling
nestling in thy breast and resting.
and though a million dawns may come
my heart shall live to share their songs.