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.