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