Ballad Ballad

 Short song

where my heart is where you
, where the air is Blue


my eyes where you wander the sea shells implicit in the light of the moon
ashamed off , I want to talk
sea I want to look at you , and You speak, and the moonlight talking

where my lips where
the morning glow of the mirror in your dressing
first found it small and wet specimens of red permanent
Collection of beauty and pride of your mirror , only with my voice

bury the bird is to say , I think the
heart is my heart close to you like those early wake
Birds , flowers encrusted dew.