Whilst sitting in the morning sun
Lamenting as I do the night
A breeze across my neck did float
And cause my skin to quiver
Tiny chill bumps on my arm
Despite the tropic weather here
And from within a stirring deep
Then followed by a fragrance
I looked about full of surprise
Expecting full to find you there
Yet nothing but a mockingbird
Was stirring in the day light
I looked upon his thin grey face
Our eyes met in the space between
He whispered in a solemn tone
In poet’s voice recited he
Each stanza, verse and syllable
With love they all were overfilled
Sweet gentle words without a form
Came floating from the distance
As he finished his love song I
Fed him and bade him farewell
He spread his wings and off he flew
Toward East into the sunrise
When he does land upon your sill
And looks into your eyes my love
Listen dear a moment still
To my song sent by messenger
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