I, the sparrow

I the sparrow in your golden thatch
chirping with every crumb that’s fed
Composing songs for you
When your dreaming in your bed.
I the raindrops, that drop like tears
Weeping down your window pane
until your growing sorrow,
will disappear again .
I the lonesome figure
Upon that lonesome road
Aching for a glimpse
But my love she never showed.
I the mist that covered you
Like that island in the bay
As clouds of doubt lifted
When you invited me to stay.
I the dream inside your head
That you forgot
When Morning came
And yet its vague reflection
Sustains you all the same .
Dreams they can be shattered
Or sometimes flower and fruit
When in the windows of the soul
Our eyes sparkle with a truth
That has that whiff of danger
yet exciting all the same
As two lips press hopes together
in that ageless romantic game.

I, the sparrow

timbuckley

Muckross Killarney, Ireland

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