Sunday, 5 July 2009

SUNDAY 5th JULY 2009.

The window’s closed
But I can still hear the birds,
My mind knows
Their words:

They want my skin,
My frame and all its hollows
To nest in
And grow.

But I need it
To further the flowering
I seeded
In spring,

To escort him
And watch over proceedings,
And support

And so nature,
And it’s morning exhorting,
Can go spur
Its wards

In other worlds,
Where life has space to turn to
Those unfurled,
And learn.

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