Sparrow carve your name
from a cold november sky
fall from silver clouds
into the ancient wayside.
Black bird circles round
into your deep blue eyes.
and these words flow from your body
like the oceans restless tide.
You say that life's a gift
The virgin kissed upon the bride
god puts us on this earth
with nothing but tears in our eyes.
Time is just un finished work
you've only just begun
and the world waits for no one
as she wades around the sun.
You look back upon your years
like flowers in bloom
and all thats gone between now
and the long forgotten womb.
the good ol' crutch of faith
will not comfort you
when you're lying on your back
and your last breath is in the room.
Sparrow carve your name
from a cold november sky
fall from silver clouds
into the ancient wayside.
And that book next to your bed
a thousand times you have read
slipped from your cold hands
and hit the floor like lead.