Pink Throated Bird Singing

WHAT of THAT thing called LOVE?
  i hear/ feel / and weep. What then?  That dare?

To become less than me?

I adore the music of the birds singing but they –\
not for me // How it stings my skin and heart watching and hearing
the freedom of song   within those distance trees is not me – no, never.\
I am caught!  

But my heart sings.  It sings as the birds are so free!

Those! Them among tall trees!

I am (say, like I lost my direction) and say whatever or worse but if I
ever lose my faith in you there’s nothing left to lose).

:: 09.18.2021 ::