BIRDS

Early in the morning
You come out
And i come out
Birds that have a word
To say to all those
Who are still asleep
And wouldn't notice.




A birds call
Is to be returned
Two birds that love each other in the air
And fly over
A gtoup of birds that come and go
Leaving in the air
Traces of their presence
Birds have  stories
Under their wings
A song to sing to the unknown
And expect nothing less.
They see through you
As if you were a piece of glass
Better than men and women
They know how well you can fly
And knows the odd rhtyhm
That calls out to them
Not a raga, a learned score
After you are singing to the wind
The birds are birds
Also singing and dancing
In the air.
The tiny sparrows
Exchange kisses

As they seek the flowers no end
Every day lives its moments
Since the birds are there
to sing and dance
About a world goneawry
Pitiable in its dreams
And you notice
Joining in
Trying not to break that rhythm
With which the birds
Compose their songs
And which composes earth differently
For all those that listen.