Friday, July 25, 2014

I was about to tell you


I was about to tell you,
when I thought it better to listen to the birds
a while longer, in the hope that my song
might sound a little more
like theirs.

I cry love from the nest;
fall through the words;

they sing the rest.



2 comments:

Jan said...

William, this is, beautiful, pure poetry and one of your best as far as I an concerned~

William Michaelian said...

Dear Jan, I’m glad this strikes you so. And let us give credit where credit is due: to those with wings, and friends like you.