The Birds, They Were So Silent
The Birds, They Were So Silent
I raced away early one bright morn,
running in clouds so very fleet
The birds, they were so silent
deathly stiff on a frozen icy sheet
Crossing bridge to glimmering lake
no worries, time was on my side
My charms would do me right
in this was my everlasting pride
I will find my lover's heart
bruised and battered it may be
As sure as life is a sweet fountain
my words shall bring her again unto me
I'll kiss her hands and her pretty feet
she will sway into my loving arms
A vision of pure heavenly delight
again falling for my arrogant charms
Our lives now by guile reunited
time will flow like a raging flood
The Love of My Lusts,
shall live and eat in my blood
Summers shall be our playtime
winters for hot steaming nights
Time will yield to my magic
as my love sees wonderous sights
In the depths of this dream
she shall obey my hot desires
As I step from the dark shadows
to set ablaze her deepest fires
No heartaches , no terrible worries
life and love sets its steady pace
No tears shall ever fall across
the beauty of her loving face
Dancing into my long aching arms
into this sweet dream she shall dwell
No harm will I allow to visit her
as I seal shut the dark Gates of Hell
She will love me all the more
as we step into another golden realm
Sea shall envy her growing beauty
as I sail this ship steady at the helm
The ages crack into this deep mirror
joys are now so viciously denied
She now doubts my deep, slavish love
as my jealousy exposes my darkest pride
When time brings in its destroyer
love may stop cold in its track
I am but a love lost dreamer
thrown down upon my broken back
Yet again look into my heart's mirror
the dream I made come alive for you
There is such goodness in this fantasy
you my life, your love governs all I do
I stand at this scary precipice
your hand is my greatest want
Love sends its everlasting glory
except when it mercilessly don't
You my darling hold the lasting key
late in this dream time stands still
My desires are as shallow nothings
measured against your true loving will
I raced away early one bright morn,
running in clouds so very fleet
The birds, they were so silent
deathly stiff on a frozen icy sheet
Robert J. Lindley, 11-23-2014
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