Little bird sings at dusk and dawn


Words settle,

like dust,

in the mellow warmth,

of your dawn

and dusk.


The shadows are jewels,

that play on our hands

and eyes;

A peppering of sighs,

lie scattered, like the silence,

of our thoughts.


I wonder, of the mysteries,

locked away,

in the forests of your gaze;

As the moon glides, ablaze,

Away, like a silverfish,

I wonder,

of the time when,


Will be hidden,

from my view.


And with every pounding,

of my head,

and my heart;

With every whirl

of consciousness,

A little bird sings:

Your name.