The Bird Lady

His thoughts do wander high as his heart cries Catching the wings of a sparrow above One escaping to warmer southern skies Intoxicated with the weight of love The hand awaits for the bird to alight Thoughts hanker back to a meadow so sweet This tiny bird in need of rest from flight He found those two hands to settle and greet With eyes blind to the world, they dare to breach To feast sip and sup until they both end Etiquette can't stop their two hearts which reach That sanctuary, love, where hearts do blend That place we hold in secret, you and me. To hold each forever so tenderly.