Blossoms spring from nothing
And birdsong surfs the wind,
And that smell
Oh that smell! –
As Love is reborn.
And with your hand in mine
It feels like it could be

Goodbye.
As you climb away into what may.
The chill of the wind
The crunching of leaves
Under weary steps
And the sound –
Oh the sound! –
Of roaring thunder,
As the horizon brings

Death,
And the applause of guns,
The crying of innocents
As you’re brought back
In a box.
The snow covers your bed,
The world is silent –
Oh so silent! –
In your memory.

And the only witness,
It so seems,
To our Love – our endless Love!
…Was birdsong
In the Spring.

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