The rising up
From light's embrace
You can see in a summer field or
In a child's dancing.
Every city is a dulcimer
That plays it's chorus against
The lid of a pot starts jumping
When water gets ecstatic from fire.
If I ever don't complete a sentence
While we are together
Accept my apologies and try to understand
This sweet drunk thought.
Birds initially had no desire to fly,
What really happened was this:
God once sat close to them
When He left
They missed him so much
Their great longing sprouted wings,
Needing to search the Sky.
Nothing evolves us like Love.