Thank You God For Bird Eggs

When love lies in a crypt unnamed And it's fire lives on lips untamed And the wild fury wakes from it's sleep to find the who or what it seeks With thirst and hunger of the starving Armed with strength men find alarming and the valor of a silent knight Antisipating whatever unknown fight built for battle and not for flight Searching both the days and nights for the thing that illudes the sight Made of love and things measured identified by hopes and things treasured Found only by the eyes of the soul to satisfy an insatiable goal Where only grace can intercede and the lonely has met its chosen seed To give to it's own special need That one of which the dreamer dreamt That angel for whom the eyes have wept The secrets that one's heart has kept All fulfilled to the deepest depth To the place where inspiration ferried and to the person imagination carried All wrapped in things called thought Inescapable this thing where it's caught My heaven, where my paradise is you My perfect, is everything you do My soul has found its rest with love, that turned my crypt into a nest With you, my soul has been blessed with peace, and this is happiness.