A Song For The Birds By The Sea Poem by Ezekiel Geoffrey

Water lilies water lilies fresh on a dewy morning, with feathers white roaming the air marking the ends of the waters bare. Round turn gorgeous gentle creature, turn this way and about, spinning round the lanes unseen, mixture of anxiety burning inside me and out. If life is like your accordance, patching your selves as one though splited apart, making the works ruined for test to advance, having your prety colour painted on my heart. Shinning white feathers turn into wishes that would fly across times and barren lands, o if life is like your switches from left to right in according hands. The sun looks down from the east and where my rosy takes the care, for this widowed life is obsessed so feast if you advance wide in this little sphare. The sun searches with a dreamy eye and on your feathers it lay its tendency, pocking out from a hole in the sky only to admire your gorgeous wings, o if you would turn and wave 'hi' before you flap away good bye.