In the winter winds
the sun ascends

and then descends
as the day then ends

The sum of which
is not so clear

as winter winds blow
as will continue to go

The passing of days

In a field
a flower bends
Where winter starts
And summer ends
In the push
Of northern winds

The winter comes
Blue bird branch
Singing clear

The air is colder
But very clear
The song carries

The earth is frozen
Blue bird branches
Brittle but there

Snow falls now
The woods so bright
Like tiny diamonds

Oh but yet to hear
The oh so near
Blue bird ballad

In the coming spring

The beat of moth wings
The current of the wind

What the nighttime brings
What gentle songs it sings

The slow sway of the trees
The ground covered in leaves

What an orchestra to hear
As the morning draws near

Each day as I write
For you and myself

I feel my heart beat
The current of the words

I feel the sway of my soul
Words fall down the page

What the nighttime brings
What gentle songs I sing

But only, for you.

In the dew
In the grass

With the morning chill

With the bugs
With the birds

Sitting on a hill

You I saw
yes only you

Calling out my name

And I know
as you know

Love is anything but tame

When I come home at night
I see the things, the thoughts
that were hidden in the light

In the dark, when they emerge
I feel the pain, the emptiness
I am never able to beat the urge

The urge to put on my shoes
I wish dearly, that I could run
To forget these ugly truths

The moon falls
Yielding to day

Dancing forever
No words to say

Yes, they're bound
By something unseen

A deep love
A dream

The pull of oceans
The gift of light

From midnight to noon
The sun and the moon

Waltz on a stage
Of infinite blue