Sigh*
Oh darling, Oh darling indeed.
I was looking at the sun today, and it reminded me of you.
It reminded me of your eyes. My, my - what blue.
But not the color, darling, not the color at all.
It reminded me of the tears that come out of them, and how you feel so small.
You’re like a grouchy old woman, all torn up and mad.
But I know you, truly, and that’s not it at all – you      are        sad.

You remind me of a bird, your wings tied behind your back.
When you put on make up, you add a smile. (It doesn’t always hide the cracks).
You seem as though you think that love has somehow skipped over you, that you were forgotten.
But I have a secret, Oh darling, one that you have forgotten.
This is a thing that I learned when I was going through some things,
It’s a key to the doorway where one can lay with the queens and the kings.

You open up that door by opening up your blue eyes.
Look at the trees – how splendid indeed!
There are trees that cry, and ones that feel frigid.
There are trees that try, and ones with branches that are knitted.
These trees are trees for you, Oh darling.
These trees emit a breeze for you,             Oh     my.
Just please don’t cry.