Birds (A Song) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A bird is a bird for another
With everything in its own day
Like a summer song coming together
In every tone and joyful play
A flight through the woods of singing
With wind that would pass in air
And love songs to lovers bringing
Those are hearing the tones clear

And when the night's coming in
With its dense and darkish flow
You'll hear every song from within
Until to your dreams you'll go
Between every journey returning
Where love is in suspending flight
And your heart is in there yearning
For what shall become to new light

Like perfumes in garden transmitted
With wings that are breaking the sky
And always to its occasions fitted
In every its flying and passing by
So many expectations of returning beauty
Whenever new daybreak comes near
With its mornings in songs of flutey
Through the forest and you shall hear