That Time of Day
That time of day when sweet birds songs intrude
And thoughts of yesterday warm my minds brood
I turn the page to days when love was true
Your voice on my heart was a sunny coo
But now the light of day turns wintry blue
The hearth is cold where I once warmed with you
If only your lotus bloomed in winter
Then I would hope amidst snow and winter
That time of day when a heart waxes worn
The birds tweet their songs to a heart that stings
Their song is a cacophonous bullhorn
And a heart echoes in veins of cold strings
That time of day when still cold the heart sings
And cold throes of a wistful winter will sting
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